You once told me I was all you wanted
I believed you because I felt the same
if there was anyone else I wanted I had yet to find them.
I found peace in your arms, calmness in you're smile, happiness in your touch
and bliss in your words.
If beauty is a sunset
a baby's first laugh
the rushing river through the green forest
or the night sky
I would challenge the idea that
your soul and smile isn't beauty as well.
I would exchange every night sky
every golden sunset
and every drop of rain
for the chance at having your spirit in my life again.
You kissed me and my world expanded into endless possibility.
I imagined you smiling in your bed at night
with the memory of our kiss playing in your mind.
I saw you daydreaming of the next time we would see each other
The thought of your heart racing at the sound of my voice,
made my very own leap so far out of my chest I feared
I would never catch up to it.
When we became one body I thought it created a unity between us
more than just the flesh between us.
I felt it, didn't you?
The spark
The connection
The feeling of belonging with another while being your own.
Not ownership
the first person to say they own a spark is the first to get burned.
No, never ownership.
It was a privilege.
The gift if seeing a half of someone not many get to see
I protected your vulnerability and open heart
as best as I was capable,
but it turned out,
there was nothing to protect.
