Poetry at it's best...

I've been reading a lot of poetry lately, and they all make me think of you
They all make me think of your eyes,
your lips,
the way your body just relaxes when you sleep,
the way you snore after a good hand massage to your back after a long day at work,


I'm struggling to find happiness in this bullshit,
and yea I said bullshit.
cause that's what it is
Bullshit.

I remember the day you told me, I will get to hear you cry and when I do it will be be from your soul;
Well I've heard your soul cry, and it sucks
it sucks to hear as your lungs cave in & you exhale deep breathes, and try your best not to make an ugly face
Gosh your such a girl..
I hate the way you say things silently as you cry and I can't hear.
It makes me so mad, because these are the moments I value the most
These are moments that make or break me


I love you
I love you so much
and not like I love you it hurts,
Like I love you so much that it takes time and energy to say it,
like I think about the reasons why I love you each time before I say it
my chest craves in, and my lungs fight for air, and my lips form the words
so perfectly that it lingers in the air, and I exhale the breathes I held to let you know
How much I truly truly love you
love you....