Cautious hands and delicate fingerprints sinking through the syllables and vowels of my own. Incompetent of handmade stars that have lacked to scintillate as well as they used to. Trying to find a passage into what was once known, standing bare in the galaxy.

A blossom you were, and a flower you are. Swaying listlessly in the wind without a try as the light glistens upon the frosted petals of yours from the chilled winter afternoon. So graceful and lovely, just as the stars at night as the glow and burn brightly. And if only I could see that star better, or perhaps give the right shelter such a precious thing needed without pulling it out of the ground to keep it from being cold, I would. I can and will. But so gentle must I be. 

If only words could portray a picture every time they were spoken, you would know and feel the flaws of I better. The insecurities that dropped on my head from your apple tree, and yet perhaps unknowingly that I didn’t see of them as I thought I did. I hope maybe I’ll bare fruit when I grow into an apple tree. But I don’t mind if you simply stare down and call me a simple weed. Because I will bear fruit and I will always be here to provide shelter and food to nourish your heart and soul..

My words broke pieces of our hearts down into a state where nothing can be molded back together correctly the way they once were. Your eyes hazed as my eyes had begged a gaze from you, to I. And such a godforsaken pity I can be with my actions and words and perfect is has no right of being here, and even this paragraph. But perfection was never the means of the definition because only you are truly perfection. The day flowed like wine pouring out the beautiful glass bottle and as soon as it was. Shattered had it been. I looked up towards you, but you weren’t there. Gone like the wind, you were. And such a paragraph which has no means of much sentence structure or grammar placement. Not even the backspace of mispelling or mistakes, I was wrong. I am wrong. And perhaps un-deserving for someone as beautiful as you. But I know I deserve more than everything because that everything is you. You are my light, my sky, my star, my night. My moon, my stardust, my lover, and my heart. And I should have been such of the same equivalent amount. In which you had given me, but I failed to give such common sense. And I’m shamed upon myself. Because I love you but I’m so nervous to even be strong when you are weak at times. And although I’ve become stronger, we are still only beginning to get our popped muscles back into stitching. And oh the irony of the beauty that had intoxicated me and had founded my love and heart so easily, you opened my wounds so instantly and poured magic dust that made me feel free so instantly. And I? What have I done? I cannot say. But I know I love you day by day. Night and day, as every millisecond passes on, I cannot help but wonder if you would ever move on; to the stars, the moon, the galaxies…so soon. And I yearn to hear your voice but once more I’m forbidden. Feeling in a place where I once was. Not alone, but disappointed. Here wishing that you would realize how much I truly care and how intensely the sorrow is eating me up inside. How cruel the words shattered at and back come so easily to know I had only opened the wounds rather than stitch them anew. And your eyes that carry the key to the stars and songs the constellations sing to a land of Never. The divine pureness of your raw feelings as they bare nude to I, and for I to be so nervously gentle. Me. This person with such a heart as big for someone as great, being given a gift from the gods. That I was here to take care of it, and within time, it helping me learn who I am at the same time. 

I never meant for such a disaster to occur at times like this. And I’m sorry. But perhaps, I feel that is not enough, and yet I’m banned - once again, from hearing your voice. Just once. 

I Love You.

- P

We fit together like a puzzle. Constantly solving itself as we grow learning and memorising each and every bit of each other. Combining, comparing, and contrasting the similarities and differences between you and I, all to initially bond as one complete match of two lovers in its final piece. With every twist and turn, within every piece bound to lock but not quite stay, we can rearrange ourselves quickly and resolve the problem with ease and simply time. The way the pieces flow like words spoken in paragraphs, as they spiral onto the field and gracefully intertwine themselves with a golden bond like no other. And perhaps not even a puzzle at all are we, but rather simply..meant to be.

Handsome, black hair, and a stargazing smile.
Soft lips, warm hands, and a love worth miles.
Brown eyes, sweet laugh, sweet kisses, and tall.
Dear Kenneth, my love, you are the most perfect of all.
Soothing touch, dreamy presence, and with all my heart.
You’re entity; more than good enough! even brighter than the stars.
And constellations? Can’t compare!
To the pureness of your heart; and all forever more, will you be as perfect as these stars.
So once more, shall I say again? That you are indeed perfect to me?
That my words stay pure and have been since before the creation of skies? That even when yesterday dawned upon us, nothing has changed, not even these eyes?
Never have they changed direction, and like thee my lovely, define perfection.
But ne’er change who you are; thou are perfect to me;

You are the most beautiful sky, more than Perfect! My sweet, Darling.

We seeped ways back into the books which inks faded like a fogged atmosphere. A story not such about broken hearts or lost minds, but rather something worth keeping as precious as what lights shimmered across the oceans. Without question did our hearts know of what roads to walk towards. Their trickery and bonds so strong that we the lover’s did not notice until we physically crossed paths once again. And in the end we were destined to walk hand in hand until the last star had died. Destined we are to mend our own souls in order to begin finishing this unfinished masterpiece. Given that every possibility given was not tried, here we stand with an adventure much more heart-seeping than the last. And never does it end here. For how your ink has seeped into my veins and the entity of you has intertwined with I, my love courses through your soul and hand drawn stars of the sky will always reside in your heart to keep the flame within warm and always lit. 

Let us extend these hours towards fascination within our hearts. Let not anyone demand nor question what is of now, rather than what was. To trifle and overcome as we stumble and crumble slowly; to dissolve as one and create the final unity. Be gone with the shadows that long for sunlight, For shadows are we all ourselves. And have embrace for the misted moonlight, For stars to dust are our souls as well.

We are a constant love song. With every rhythm and beat there is a motion as consistent as our love. With synchronization do our hearts dance with compassion and utter joy, a true romance in its constant making. And rather than just every strum of the strings on this glazed oak guitar, or every key of the piano so grand and elegant with its simplicity, with the precise hit of the drum, this is a few of the slight yet keen details of what love sounds like. What love is and seems to be. The physical appearance of love at our fingertips as we caress each other so passionately with the swaying of the moonlight. How the moonlight glistens in your eyes and reflects such true love into mine. I can feel the crashing of the waves that create such a storm with the clouds above in your soul. I can feel every single strum or press of the instruments so lightly, and yet the preciseness of it all hits my musicality so deep for you. And throughout every galaxy, with every piece and bit of me and your attracting sensations of beauty staring daringly into my soul, I do say..

Dance with me?

At times I feel this shrieking feeling that sends the grueling chills down my spine and deep into my skin. I can feel the intensity of cold and bitter moments numb the veins that connect to my emotions, leaving me dead inside. At times, especially on days like these, I feel a certain weightlessness, but at the same time as if anchors on these muddy shores come back around to pull me down its ways to despair. Though, it was the thought of you that saved me. The thought of you that keeps me from falling these thousands of feet down to my own heart. Our love is my reminder. My reminder that nothing really matters but you and I at the end of these reckless days and nights. Your elegance and the way you’d skimmer around with your emotions; to study every fragrance and action of every bit of emotion and gesture that you have portraying upon the physicality of your heart. Something simply pure and beautiful, and indefinitely something I care for more than my heart. And not because this boat sails to your attention, but rather that you are a part of me. My heart and the ink that courses through my veins have seeped into the very depths of you and I, creating something beyond demonstrability. And so here we stand apart and yet so close. Completely in love; for what stands between us is no more than an empty nothingness. So I say to you darling, I love you. I will care for you till’ every star in the sky has been cringed to dust, and until every piece of my love has fully won your heart once more.