Dream Life

It's you. You're the one I want. You're the one I want to come home to after a bad day at work. You're the one I want to roll over to inn the middle of the night and wake up next to everyday, for  the rest of my life. You're the one I want to go on late night runs with for food just because we wanted to get out of the house. You're the one I want to take on cute little dates like to a movie, or to a nice , fancy dinner, or to an early morning breakfast before we both have to go our separate  ways for the day. You're the one I want to take on cute all day dates to things like aquariums, and zoos, and amusement parks. You're the one I want to go on fun, exhilarating adventures with, such as a day at the lake, or a hike through the woods, or even just a late night walk when everything is  quite. You're the one I want to stay in with for the night and build a cute little fort while  we  watch movies under it and eat our favorite foods. You're the one...

                                                       I am not the first person you loved. you are not the first person I looked at with a mouthful of forever's. We  have both known loss like the sharp edges of knife. We have both lived with lips more scar tissue than skin. Our love came unannounced in the middle of the night. Our love came when we'd given up on asking love to come. I think that has to be part of its miracle. This is how we heal. I will kiss you like forgiveness. You will hold me like I'm hope. Our arms will bandage and we will press promises between us like flowers in a book. I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat on your skin. I will write novels to the scar of your nose. I will write a dictionary of all the words I have used trying to describe the way it feels to have finally, finally found you. And I will not be afraid ...

                                            I am not the first person you loved. You are not the first person I looked at with a mouthful of forever's, we have both known loss like the sharp edges of a knife. We have both lived with lips more scar tissue than skin. Our love came unannounced in the middle of the night. Our love came when we'd given up on asking love to come, I think that has to be part of its miracle. This is how we heal. I will kiss you like forgiveness. You will hold me like I'm hope. Our arms will bandage and we will press promises between us like flowers in a book. I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat on your skin. I will write novels to the scar of your nose. I will write a dictionary of all the words I have used trying to describe the way it feels to have finally, finally found you. And I will not be afraid of your scars. I know sometimes it's still ha...