i could write a million poems on the subject of you alone. the love that i feel for you is unlike anything else i'll ever know.

i never dreamed that i'd still crave your name after all of these years spent dying and crying and relying on you to get through my day.

i pull myself away and fall back the next day and close my eyes and picture your face.

my heart speeds up guiltily whenever i think about you. do you know what i mean?

it's good and bad and it has never died so it has never had to be resurrected. it just sits deeper inside of me some days than others.

i write these things like maybe you'll read them.