Love Doesn't Care How Pretty Your Life Is

Angel,

Let me hear how hard your heart beats

at my appearance.

Let me feel how you shake in

anticipation. 

Look at me with your bedroom eyes,

And I pray they never look anywhere else. 

Let me feel your breath 

whispering against my skin.

Let me feel how you feel,

when your body meets mine. 

One on top of the other, 

skin to skin. 

Your fingers finding

their way inside. 

Let me feel how what you felt

falling in love with me for

the first time. 

There is never a good time for

someone to enter your life. 

There is never a good time

for someone to interrupt your chaos. 

Never easy to learn one plus 

one makes two.

It is never easy to let someone see 

you for the wreck you feel like you are. 

But everyone has two options here, 

let it in your life, to hell with inconvenience, 

Or spend every day wishing you had. 

I Think Home Is Where Your Laughter Finds You

Hey shug,

Do you ever just lay down at night and realize you spent the day thinking about all the wrong things? Do you ever have the notion that we spend so much time caring about all the things that don't matter? Every day is filled with so many of these little moments that are so perfect and we never stop and take notice. What is life if not built off of these little moments? The idea that no matter how bad things have been going for us, sometimes the universe still has our backs. What is life if not walking into a room full of strangers, and six weeks later walking out with a handful of people you consider friends? People whose humor plays well with yours? People who ask how your day is going? The idea that you came home and sat on the bed to listen to your roommate tell you a story and you genuinely got how she was feeling. To form that human connection with someone because you understand a part of their story. The idea that your best friend called you today just to talk about each other's lives and play catch up. The idea that you and your people laughed your asses off last night over nothing at all. The idea that today you heard a pretty girl sing a song you secretly love and the realization that it might just be the best sound you've ever heard. The idea that you get to enjoy a peaceful night to yourself while the rest of the world sleeps. The idea that there are so many people whose presence was directly affected by you today and you have no clue. The idea that at the end of the day the only thing that matters is the connection we feel to other human beings. The idea that little moments spent with other people matter. The idea that we are creatures that yearn to belong together. The idea that some of us have just had the worst day we will ever have, and some people just had the best. Someone made eye contact with the love of their life for the first time today. Someone reconnected with a person who meant the world to them today. Someone got to see their child being brought into this world today. Someone watched their best friend make a full recovery today. The idea that every single one of us gets lucky sometimes.

One Because You Don't Have to See the Destruction You Cause

Let me ask you a question: why do you keep hurting me? Why do you think it's okay to come and go as you please? I don't mean anything to you, so why do you like to string me along? Why is it fun for you to hurt me? You come around just long enough to make sure I'm not moving on and then disappear again, without a trace. You seek me out to make sure I'm not moving on with someone you don't want me to move on with and once you get that satisfaction, I go back to not existing. But every time you call me, every time you contact me, every time you seek me out, you bring to the surface things I try to bury. I try to make a life for myself, without you. But somehow you take up an awful lot of space for someone who is never around. You get to move on with your life, you get to have the life I wanted with you, with someone else. Why can't I do the same? You can't come around in those magic moments where you find yourself alone and your girl isn't around, say two sentences and leave. You don't get to do that. I deserve to forget you the way you forget me.