PERSONAL: WE ORBIT AROUND EACH OTHER

How can you say you love one person when there are ten thousand people in the world that you would love more if you ever met them? But you’ll never meet them. All right, so we do the best we can. Granted. But we must still realize that love is just the result of a chance encounter


We orbit around each other like this:
i cannot cry unless it is your hands around my waist
and your lips soothing the hectic jumps of my pulse.
I am my weakest when i am with you,
and it is this mixture of thrill and fear
that i don’t know what to make of.
You tell me that i look extra beautiful on a certain day,
that that shirt or this is good on me,
that green bring out the blue in my eyes
and i don’t know what to do with myself when this happens.
I keep wanting you closer, more you please.
More everything that is you and less anything
that is the rest of the world because they don’t know
what it is like to find a home where your heart
fits better than it ever will in its place in your chest.
This is the solar system of you and me
where both of us are planets and there is no one larger than life;
no sun and moon, just you and me,
two dark planets looking for home.
This is the place where our lighthouse is each others’ souls.
I am so scared of you, but i love you.
I think it might be enough.