Even at my sickest point,’
laying on the lifeless,
uncomfortable hospital bed
all I could think of was you.
Even with the iv
dripping the cold fluid
into my veins for hours,
all I could think. of was you.
Even with the medications
and the never ending tests
to try and fix my illness,
all I could think of was you.
Because I knew that
through all the pain
that if you had been here,
you would have made me laugh.
There is something so intimate
about sharing breakfast with
someone that you love.
The concept that you both
woke up and the first thing
that either of you wanted
was to see each other’s faces;
hear each other’s laughs;
make each other smile.
Those are such tender,
caring moments to share
with one another in
the moments where sleep
still sits in the corners
of your freshly opened eyes
and it is still early enough
that you can still share
and grasp at what remains
of each other’s dreams.
There is something so intimate
about sharing breakfast with
someone you love.
I’m glad I get to share it with you.
Falling in love with you
is a lot like building
furniture from IKEA.
The directions are in Swedish
and I have no idea
what the hell I’m doing.
There is nothing that
makes my heart go warm
on this planet or
in this galaxy
more than knowing that
twinkle in your eyes
only happens when
you’re looking at me.
You are the singular ray
of sunshine that never fails
to brighten my long day.
You are the special something
that gives me a new hope
the day had forgotten to bring.
You are the joy that fills
the tiny crevices between
the living done between thrills.
You are the final part
that completes my stories
and satisfies my beating heart.
You are exactly what I need
and satisfy my soul better
than the ending to any book I read.
You are the greatest thing
to ever happen to me, by far.
Thanks for the happiness you bring
The dictionary definition
defines the term Hazel as being
a reddish-brown or greenish brown that
commonly appears as eye colors,
which I suppose is true on the surface.
But there is so much more behind those
hazel eyes that must still be captured.
Hazel is the color of the leaves
at the beginning of fall, right as
the trees begin to change, preparing
to start a new adventure over
and over again; a skill that took
practice and precision to master.
Hazel is the color of the tint
I see over everything after
staring at the sun on a too bright
day that gives the world a golden hue
adding a level of beauty to
the nature that sings around us here.
Hazel is the color I see when
I open my eyes each and every day
when I think of you and your bright smile;
the way you make everything golden
just by being present; and the way
you face each day fresh, waiting for what
new adventures lay in store for us.
Hazel is so much more than a color.
It is the essence of your soul.
Find the one who makes
you feel better when you’re
at your lowest point
North Carolina is full of tremendous beauty,
but the Great Smoky Mountains don’t compare
to the wonder that is you.
What I would not give to be
your coffee mug right now;
to have your lips part in
preparation and in
the long-awaited anticipation
of connecting with me.
How jealous I am that
a stained, ceramic mug
washed and used daily
over and over at this
quiet little diner
knows the intimacy
and the feel of your lips,
which I have yet to taste.
What if
tonight is the last time that I
go to sleeping wondering
if there’ll ever be an us?
What if
this is the last time that I
wonder if you actually have feelings
for me and overthink everything?
What if
this is the last time that I
fall asleep dreaming about what
it would be like to kiss your lips?
What if
this is the last time that I
have to write cryptic poems
about falling in love with you?
What if
this is the last time that I
have to imagine what it will be like
to finally be your girlfriend?
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