He is worth the entire sky.

Like Icarus, he is my sun.

I tell him I crave his warmth.

Set me ablaze and make me feel.

Him and I, skin to skin.

And so he burns just for me.

He is worth the entire sky.

There is no other moon but him.

I give him all my midnights.

My whole world exists beneath his light.

A deep silver everglow wielding such power,

Pulling at the tides of my heart.

He is worth the entire sky.

He is all the stars at night.

All the pieces and spaces in between.

I tell him I've always loved sparkly things.

And so he seeks the most lustrous ones every time.

Brings them down and hangs them around my neck, like diamonds.

A galaxy for a crown and a throne made from his heavens.

I think I'm royalty now.

I had always been against relying on others for one's happiness.

I used to believe in being responsible for one's own.

And for a moment, I was.

Happy.

But then life happened.

And it sucked.

And it showed me just how fleeting happiness really is.

I never fully trusted it since.

It's a dangerous thing to hold.

It's elusive. It deceives.

It doesn't stay.

It can be taken away.

One moment it was there, gone the next.

And it took pieces of me with it.

Fragments of my heart, fractions of my soul.

Until it seemed, all that's left are the villains in my head,

telling me that happiness was and never will be meant for me.

I used to believe I'd already given up on happiness.

Until you came.

With a love louder than all those villains on my head.

You call my name and I become soft,

Like flowers opening in spring.

You embrace me and I become warm.

Like I've stepped into a patch of sunlight.

Your laughter becomes mine.

And it is I who sparkle whenever you smile.

What are we,

but vessels of every memory that ever touched us?

Who are we,

but mosaics of everything we've ever loved?

Him and I,

we are a paradox.

We are falling together. Coming undone.

Diving deep within each other.

To the roots of our darkness.

Shadows unravelling secrets.

Yet we can feel it in our bones.

At the same time and space as the falling,

we are rising.

Our love shifting. Reaching.

Realigning with the promise of something more.

The space between our ribs blossoming with growing things.

Bending. Following the light.

Winter becoming spring.

The moon becoming the sun.

Even now, with these earthquakes at our feet,

thunder shaking walls,

lightning shattering glass,

they fade to nothing with his lips against mine.

Our broken pieces mending, coming together every night.

We are a home rebuilt.

Love with faith without reason.

Unequivocal. Absolute.

A certainty that does not flinch.

Like an oak tree. Strong in a storm.

Enduring. Lasting.

Pour toujours.

You are all the poetry in my heart.

My muse.

I scribble my love for you into words,

Attempt to immortalize you on every line.

As the great Plato once said:

"At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet."

But human language is absurdly limited.

There's so much that can't be put into words.

Still, I try.

This little thing inside my chest might burst otherwise.

So here goes.

You were the chance I was afraid to take.

I'm glad I took it anyway.

I'm scared as hell to want you.

Here I am wanting you anyway.

And I'm eternally grateful for having found you.

Cliché, isn't it?

But really, we could have easily just flashed by one another,

Like two pieces of cosmic dust.

How lucky am I instead

To love and be loved

To want and to have

To find without searching

And to finally be found

No more hiding.

"I love you."

Three little words

Too simple, in my opinion.

Too soft to convey such ravenous feelings inside.

I whisper them to you all the time.

But I swear I give it every scream within my chest.

You're my center.

There's no looking away.

And if my life is repeated a thousand times,

In a million different lifetimes,

Still you, you and again, you.

He came, sweet words and a sultry smile,

clenched fists and wild eyes.

He wanted to break down the walls she built around her heart.

She wished he would succeed, but knew it would be damn hard.

She watched as he threw a punch, then two.

She would have taken down those walls herself, too.

But he walked away, as fast as he came,

at the first sign of a bruise.

"You shouldn't feel so deeply," they say.

"You think with your feelings too often."

But her heart is the only compass she ever knew.

Where other people have blood and bones, she has feelings.

Too much that she caves within herself.

Too deep that she drowns under the waves of emotions she can't find words for.

Even when nobody listens,

she tells her love to the stars, the moon,

to the sea, to the earth.

Unafraid. Unashamed.

Belligerent with love.

Her mouth and eyes close,

But her heart screams to the skies.

Naked.

Alive.

Refusing to hide.