I couldn’t dream you up

Together time stops for while;
So I can inhale another blissful moment,
holding my breathe as to not let that moment slip through the cracks of my teeth.

Sitting across from you in a coffee shop feels like something out of my favorite movie,
it seems as though no one else is in the room but you and I.

So I sip at my hot chocolate a bit slower,
hoping to get a smile or two
before I can notice the people around.

You look at me how every girl wants to be looked at;
So for a moment I pretend I don’t notice and when I turn to acknowledge you,
I can’t help but nervously look away.

Because with a look like that,
I unravel like yarn in front of you.
Bare, open and soft.

I couldn’t dream you up,
even if I tried.

I’m a fool for you,
a silly little fool.

A fool for the way you kick your head back when amused,
or how excited you get over the bread at school.

A fool for how gentle of a touch you have; genuine but caring.
Or all the silly times you cross your eyes mid-conversation.

A fool for how passionate you are about something,
only to drop it weeks later.

Or how forgetful you are,
leaving this here or there.

A fool for when told something,
you repeat what was just said and nod,
as if taking a mental note.

A fool for how I can sit writing this poem,
about how I notice all these quirks about you.

A fool I am.

Like a caramel autumn leaf, I am falling;
trying to find my resting ground.

With the wind as my guide, taking me to places I am unsure of,
but the anticipation overwhelms and excites me.

Occasionally I have a stop, but not for long;
till the wind decides it’s time to pick me up and move on.

“It’s not the right place to invest your hopes in, not the home you wish for” she says

“When you finally arrive where you are supposed to lie,
you’ll look back and see the purpose of all of the stops before your final one”

“You will be happy with the journey you’ve lead, because you didn’t settle for less.”

professitslove:

Can I be the pretty little penny in the bottom of your fountain?
The one that catches the corner of your eye with a slighty rusted sparkle;
Waiting for the sleepies to be rubbed away to reveal her true copper polish.
I promise not to tarnish as long as you keep me at my best.
I will face heads up, giving you all the luck I can wield.
I am small but valuable.

October 17th

professitslove:

The moon is shimmering on my skin as rain drops are thudding at my window pane

 I am engulfed in my sheets with your arms tangled around me

 Your breathe matching the breeze whistling through the open cracks

Silence fills every corner of the room

The kind of silence where you can almost read the thoughts being painted on the walls

August 13th

professitslove:

No matter how many years pass by, you’ll always be as familiar as the scar upon my knee. Like catching up with an old friend, it’s comfortable grounds. We’ve been here too many times, it feels like an endless road. We both know where it leads to, so why do we continue to come back to it? It’s a vicious cycle I can’t break from.

July 17th

professitslove:

What intimidates me is at any given moment you could cut my heart strings that you strum so majestically. Every moment shared would be forgotten; every kiss, hug, laugh would be a thing of the past to you. Every I love you murmured would disappear like every breathe exhaled. It’s a thought that unpleasantly dwells in the pit of my stomach.