Clouds Amongst the Stars [ A Poetry Collection ]

every moment with you

all our late calls
and our shopping trips and morning dutch runs.
our hours spent on homework,
the laundry days,
making breakfast with you,
washing each others hair in the shower,
and holding the other when one of us is sick.
all the i love you's and i miss you's.
arguing about who's music to play,
sitting on the studio couch watching you sing into the mic
working so hard to make that dream come true.
our movie dates in the loft of your parents house
and our road trips to my house or Payson,
opening the door for me, paying for my dinner.
carrying me anywhere when i don't feel good
or when i'm a brat and don't want to put the effort into walking.
crying in each others arms
after working so fucking hard to graduate.
putting a down payment on an engagement ring.
grocery shopping with me,
helping me wake up in the mornings and get out of bed
when i cant bring myself to do it on my own.
sharing dairy queen ice cream and getting caught having sex at the park.

I wouldn't trade a single one of these moments
for anything else in the world.
Every single one of these moments
leads to spending the rest of my life
waking up next to my best friend in the mornings,
working hard with, and growing proud of the love of my life.

So what if we fought again?
I would rather fix what we have every waking moment
than to try something new with anyone else.

Of all the moments we've created together,
my favorite will always be the first time we hung out.
Me hanging out the back window of our friend's car,
chasing you barefoot down the parking lot.
Dressing up in that halloween store,
like life itself hadn't existed outside that one moment.
Your hand print on my thigh,
leaving red marks as your first signature on me.

I will never forget that first dance,
the sweat dripping from your hair
soaking through your clothes and into mine.
I will never forget the way your eyes rested on mine,
like you had gotten lost and for one split second
forgotten about her fights with you before running to me.
Like you felt you found a place someday you would call a home.
I will never forget you leaning in,
holding me in your arms like you were begging for a life jacket.
I will never forget the moment I decided to hold on
no matter how many times you were tempted to let go.
These little moments are the reason I will always be your life jacket.
No matter how many fights and fuck ups.
Miscommunications and miscarriages.
We're each other's twin flame and that love will never burn out.
no matter the outcome I will always be yours.
waiting for you to dial my number when I'm too scared you'll be busy for my call.
no matter the outcome there will always be a place in my bed for you because
no matter the outcome i will always love you
and not a single shard of glass is going to shred that simple thread
tying us to each other.
no matter the miles or missed calls,
we will always make us work and I have never believed anything more strongly
because what comes with hard work will always be worth it.
and my love,
you are worth so much more than you believe yourself to be.