Loving him is like loving a movie
You adore it but it shows you no solace
His touch is like lightning streaks across my body
I wouldn't know what his kiss tastes like nor his handsome lips
But I am sure I will find out soon enough
He feels like home in the way it should
I don't like leaving him
I like being around him
He's not like the others in that he's consistent
And this is true with a lot of things
Really I just use these poems as a journal
I feel as though I should apologize for that
But there is somethings that you can't tell other people
And feel too good to write down
And that is what I get from this entry
No one wants to listen to me rant about my love life
However this median that I can use and
Customize
Doesn't really care all too much
So loving him is like using this median
To get all of my feelings out
He listens to me rant about random things
Not boys, since he's my boy
But things that bug me and my anxiety
Loving him is like playing your favorite game of tag
Laughing, giggling, and then splitting your skin open
In such a vulnerable way that it feels naked
The way the blood seeps out like secrets
That falling on concrete is a lot like falling in love sometimes
Except when falling on concrete, something is always there to catch your fall.
None of that is guaranteed in love.
Except for maybe the sorrow.
I started this entry happy and I don't know where it's going
Nor ending for the fact is, that such is life.
And loving him,
is living my life
Maybe to the fullest.
