Live2Love

Matt

It's been three years, six months, and 30 days since you asked me to be your girlfriend
I've been there for your ups and your downs
your highs and your lows
your happiness and your sorrows
I've loved you regardless and will continue to love you

I never thought I'd find someone so soon who connected with me so deeply
but there you were, waiting in line at the fair

I love you and I can't wait for our future together

Nostalgia

Always it comes when we least expect it, like a wave,
Or like a shadow of several waves, one after the next.
Becoming singular as the face
Of someone who rose and fell apart at the edge of our lives
Breaks up and reforms, breaks up, reforms
And all the attendant  retinue  of loss foams out
Brilliant and sea-white, then sinks away.
Memory's dog-teeth, lovely detritus smoothed out and laid up.
And always the feeling comes that it was better then, 
Whatever it was people and places, the sweet taste of things
And this one, wave-borne and wave-washed, was part of all that.
We take the conceit in hand, and rub it for good luck.
Or rub it against the evil eye
And yet, when that wave appears, or that wave's shadow, we like it
Or say we do, and hope the next time
We'll be suprised again, and returned again, despite the fact
The time will come, they say, when the weight of nostalgia
That ten foot spread of sand in our hearts, outweighs
Whatever living existance we drop on the scales.
May it never arrive, Lord, may it never arrive.

If you're going to give your opinon
about my hair and my clothes
or my smile or my weight,
please don't open your mouth.
I don't want opinions
on what I did wrong
because it's not my job
to please you.

I don't want to hear
your opinions about me,
because when it comes to
who I am and who I will be,
the only opinion that matters
is the person staring back
when I look in the mirror.

And trust me,
her opinion isn't very nice either.

“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming — “Wow! What a ride!”"

i'm jealous of the moon
because she knows all of you 5am secrets

and your sheets who get to touch
every part of you as you fall asleep
while i keep a close eye on this empty pillow
waiting for your weight to keep it warm

but the sun,
he is the luckiest of all.
when you're half asleep, groggy
and painfully unaware of how
beautiful you look
he kisses your lips with light

I BUST
MINE
SO I CAN
KICK 
YOURS

I want nothing more than to love you every day
For the rest of my life
And have you love me too

Waking up in the mornings 
Hearing your deep breaths
Looking up at you
And
The way the light dances across your eyelashes
Your lips slightly parted
Your hair a mess
Your heartbeat reassuring me in the silence after sunrise

Having lunch late
Because we spent half the day in bed
Pancakes
Or maybe waffles
It doesn't matter

No worries about what we need to do
Or where we need to be
Or who else we need to see
Just you and me
Me and you
Together

And then when the stars come out
We'll end the night tangled up in each other
I'll get lost in your eyes
And hands
And sighs
And you'll lose yourself in me too

(mine)

It is so easy
for me to love you
that it frightens me.
I've never been good
at anything.
But I've never wanted
anything so much as
I want to hold you
every waking minute.
And every night
while I sleep.
The questions has ceasted to be
"How do I love you?"
and has become
"How could I ever stop"

A penny for some thoughts
I was going to try and be all poetic, but i don’t think my mind can handle that. I’m writing this because you’re sober and I want you to know what I think when I’m not. I think about us. The whole time I was at that other house, smoking, I could only think about us. How much I love you. How much I adore you. I’ve been having dreams lately where I try real hard, like in our relationship and you just dust me off as if I’m just a little speck of dirt on your shoulder. Like as if you don’t care about me. I know it’s not true, obviously, but it still scares me. Do you ever have dreams like that? I’m always afraid that i’ll try to hard, or do something wrong and you’ll just be completely disgusted by me. I know that these are irrational fears, but it’s always in the back of my mind. Anyway, this is starting to get real long, so I’m going to finish up and go the heck to bed because my mom’s going to be up for bed soon and I’m coming over tomorrow. Anywho, I love you. :)

That silly grin you get on your face when you're made to feel like the most special person in all the world.