i hate to admit i've let you infect yourself in my bones. i don't know when you placed caterpillars in my ribs; 

or when their cocoons had broken open, but butterflies swarm my heart. 

when you're around it races as if i'm running for you, the rest of the world simply isn't worth looking at.

if you asked me to hug you and told me ‌not to let go until you said so,  i’d hold on for my life, 

because you are my sun; for there is never a morning that you are not in my mind, a record in the replay. 

sometimes i dance to the music imagining how it must feel to see you again soon. 

the fantasy book romances used you as the reference for all their sweetest sentences. i ask how many ‌of our futures play out; i hope when i pour creamer over my coffee and reach for cinnamon you say good morning and our hands slightly brush. 

to stare into your eyes as my fingers brush against your face is to trace every constellation, and tell you how they could never compare to each feature of you. How nobody is as beautiful as you, and you could tell me how this is untrue but i will tell you over and over until you believe me.

nobody could even speak in the presence of you, for your soul is a beauty that everyone turns around to admire, and they have no words to say about how your eyes are so uniquely made. how your face was carved to be a statue that the moon is in awe to view, and the butterflies dance around. how your smile glistens in the sun’s rays and they replicate the beauty of how existence could be so captivating.

 tell me of how you hate the way your clothing sits on your body, and if you needed me to hold you, i would, if different clothing would help ease the ache, i would buy every one that captured your heart, i would hold your soul's hands, with every you in i love you’s it would not be of the containment of who you are, you, your soul and all you are is who i care for, who i want, i want your soul, i want your entirety and if your body is what causes your agony, i'll hold you through every minute of it, remind you, that all you are is beautiful.

 i am telling you if all you are comfortable giving is your emotions and all the things you feel, that is enough, and you have no responsibility to offer me anything more if you don't want to then that’s simply that, you are more than enough by whatever you choose to give, you don't need to provide the sky they can't accept the sea, it's all yours to decide what you wish to give.