deeper than words

you,
just wish to be understood.
to find someone as unique as you.
“I get you”.
your flaws,
I find beauty within them.
I’ll take you,
as you are.
I’ll keep reminding you
until you believe me.
after all, I am telling the truth.
please,
don’t change who you are,
just let me in.

a feeling that feels easy, yet overpowering…

a love where you write me sweet words just so I know you were thinking of me.

a love where I don’t spend a second wondering if I am enough for you, I will simply know.

a love where you can’t wait for my name to come up on your phone, and when it does, you can’t help but smile.

a love where the thought of not having me in your life, brings you sadness. Not because you will miss me, but because a piece of you will be lost.

a love where my touch, invigorates you. Giving you a feeling inside that makes you know you’re home. with me and nothing else matters.

a love that when we are moving around the kitchen, the pantry, the bathroom, the house it feels like two people are moving as one.

a love where the feelings you have for me, no one else can give you.

a love so simple, yet overpowering that the years of wondering if I was loved in return will no longer matter. that the pain of the love I desired being given to someone else, will be just a scar of what once was.

all because, it’s a love given in return.

her eyes,
a sign of her absolute beauty.
her eyes,
take me to a place I didn’t know existed,
only me, you and the stars.
her eyes,
hold the entire universe,
the antidote to life’s poison.
her eyes,
the color of my favorite drink,
getting drunk with each glace.
her eyes,
what I want to get lost in for the rest of my existence…

a journal,
documenting the journey.
the moments in life
when and where new emotions surface.
no overthinking,
the margins of the pages
the only known rule.
the good, the ugly,
if only
it was as easy to open up.

my needs from you,
a profound conversation.

I yearn for the words
you’re afraid of speaking.
the ones you keep deep within yourself.

maybe, those words aren’t meant for me.

doors open from an expansive lobby,
into the dimly lit cab they go.
ladies first, of course.
she pushes her floor,
as he steps close to do the same
coincidence, they are on the same journey.
perhaps, he stepped a little too close.
she felt his desire for her…
doors close,
their eyes lock.
the desire, now a mutual feeing.
instincts take over.
as he pushed her against the cold metal wall
passionately kissing her.
one hand,
gripping the back of her head,
slightly pulling her hair…
the other,
navigating up her dress
she was wet to the touch.
the world, at his fingertips.
the wall, no longer cold.
“ding”… doors open…
both walk out as if nothing happened
wondering if they will cross paths again.
one thing is for certain,
both wishing to be in that elevator a little longer…

a naked photo,
making me feel things that
I haven’t felt in a while.
the desire for her. only her.
I want to make her mine…
she belongs to me, my whxxx.

too many to count,
learning to have no regrets,
maybe,
mistakes can be good.
leading me to what I didn’t expect.

like an incoming storm
the sky is gray full of unknowns.
a betrayal,
causing me to see you differently.
years of creating this picture of you,
a beautiful image,
in which many decisions were based on.
now distorted.
what was once clear,
now blurry.
I, now, not only have to adjust my actions but,
workout the perception of myself.
was I gullible to let you in?
am I the flaw?
chaos.

loving you,
in all the ways
you wished to be loved.
only if,
you let me
all in, no doubt
this, darling, is home.