don’t fall in love
because their poems
and their letters
are empty words
dressed up to look pretty
but I say
fall in love with me
because underneath the mess
and in between the lines
is a heart too full of love
that would follow you
to any city
Every word that
fell from your lips
was treated like gold;
but gold is heavy,
and it dragged me
to the bottom of
my hopes for you.
July is jealous because I’ve made June my favorite month,
And there’s no coincidence that the 27th is my favorite day-
You’re my favorite holiday.
(I painted the clouds your favorite shade of blue just so I could kiss you under tanzanite skies,
And I kissed the brightest stars into your skin so now you’re my favorite constellation.)
You know I’m terrified of heights
But somehow freefalling in love is all I’ve done with you,
And we fall harder than storms,
Make love louder than thunder
On top of all your favorite clouds;
I know you love to fly.
(You get me higher than I’ve ever been; If I could, I’d inject your love directly into my veins- But since I can’t, take me to ecstasy with just one kiss. You’ve always called me an angel, come get a taste of heaven.)
And you love Latin,
You couldn’t move heaven
So you raised hell to kiss all my demons,
Now they only worship your smile
So Halle-fucking-llujah to the day I met you.
Si me ves por alguno de tus pensamientos. Abrázame, que te extraño.
Te miro y suspiro, porque mi alma reconoce a la tuya y quiere huir a su encuentro.