Poetry..or something. Journal

I want him

3.19.17

I want him in the bluntest way.
I want his lips, his hands, his arms.
Everything.

I want him the way the ocean constantly wants the shore, reaching and running back. Never getting to stay but always coming back

I want him the way rain wants to fall, oh how I want him to catch me so badly. To fall in love with the way the light reflects off every part of me. To be mesmerized with me, the way he puts me in awe

I want him the way the sun wants to shine on the ground, warming earth. He'll always be more beautiful than the sunrise and whenever we touch, his skin burns mine..so much more than the sun ever could. To see him, every day..even for just a moment would be enough..enough to enlighten me and just enough to destroy me

I want him the way words want to be read, to fill his gorgeous mind with adventures and take him to different worlds to fall in love with and visit all the
time, I would make his dreams reality if I were those words

I want him the way art wants to be admired and understood. He, himself is art. Beautiful, gorgous intricate..unique. He's impossible not to admire. I could stare at him for hours and never get tired. I understand this amazing piece of art and I'm so grateful I do, he brings beauty into this world..into my world and he's changed the way I look at things

I want him to infinity and the millionth degree, as if that's enough

I want him so terribly that no amount of water could ever douse the fire full of love I have for him. Never. There isn't enough water in history that could.

He'll be my everlasting love, I'll always want him. Even when I can't have him, and that is the sad truth

~ story he'll never hear ~

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Song: Sad Song -We the Kings

Anywhore, I hope you beautiful angels have a good day/night love you 💓

-mama turtle