I beg it not to be this way...

But then I beg it to...

And when I look at you,

And your curls,

I ache to wrap myself

In a new adventure...

Where passion is right

And real-

And in motion when

All the stars are still.

And wrapped up

In you-

I want to be courageous;

In love,

And brave.

And my heart begs

That loving you be the right way-

Though my head maps out all

The possibilities of failure.

Like it does

Always...

As if it expects the bottom to fall out...

But I guess it always has--

Meanwhile knowing that,

When my eyes trace your fingertips

And your arms,

And your neck

And your mouth-

I feel right again-

Like before all this happened.

And your

Blue

Ocean

Eyes

Fill me up like water

And wash all the sad away.

And it's my eyes that you look into-

Not this other person's

That I've been running from-

In my own room.

Mine-

And it's my ambition you see-

Not his, or theirs.

Me.

The dreamer.

And in these forevers,

Was the certainty that there was something

Broken

In me-

Because I couldn't feel the wind

On the back of my neck-

Or the sun kissing the freckles on my cheeks.

But when I can stand close to you-

My chest next to your

Arms,

And my stomach next to your hips-

I can breathe you, in secret

And fall in love with your lips

And your smile-

And

I'm home...

Again-

Finally.

And everything broken-

Mends.