Darling, Dear.

Your hand fumbles gently over mine with a smile I could never copmromise.
The way your eyes fall ontop of me in a moment that was never filled with lies.
Your skin like cream poured up over your body that melded to your muscle and created such heartbreaking beauty.
When you take my by the cheeks and plant the lightest kiss on me.
The space that's filled inside when just having you near me, when I sleep beside you and wake up tangled up.
You are the most beautiful thing in no matter what ways you put yourself.
Like holding hands and how my hands slips so closely into yours.
When you stare at me from upside down or when your drawing and all you can ever do is focus on that curved line.
How my heart skips a beat at the thought of the two of us-even if we do not speak.
While my heart spills out all over your hands and you just smile, drink it up.
The time it takes me to count down days and months until I can see your smile and the way your green eyes shine at me.
How I could never forget your face because of the way it so haunts me in the best of ways.
You're beautiful in every single way imaginable,
I can still feel the fresh breath of a kiss on New Years;
how you held me and how I held you-pushing boundaries and testing limits.

It's in the way you've never lied to me,
and I to you.
In the possibility that you never left my mind,
even when another was inside it.
How you can finish my thought before I've even thought it,
the words tumbling out almost too easily.
Your mind is one that is beautiful but wrapped in thorns,
not that I mind sitting for hours picking each one out-
dispite the sharp inflamation they cause and prick.
You see, my dear, since the moment I sat behind you in Mr. Couture's Intro to Physics class;
the puff of curls tied back and the glasses on the brim of falling,
the way you wore that black and white hoodie and boots,
your shirts that resembled that of a new mind.

You weren't broken then,
nor was I.
You were going to be soon after,
I was staring it the dialated green eyes.

It's too bad you never turned around,
and stopped me from snorting my first pill;
but even while I did those things,
you were forever on my mind.

Little did I know that we would date for a short time,
Thing lighting it on fire beneath out feet;
at a loss of when we out stretched our hands to each other,
I fell flat on my ass-
but you.

You got caught by Thing and that was when the first chip in your mind was made,
Thing took a hammer and smashed your frontal lobe in;
I was helpless and couldn't see in the dark.

But through all those tortures Thing put you through,
here you stand.

On the other side of a screen,
handing your heart over to me via email.
As I take it with a smiling giddy gesture,
I have nothing to give-

Because you've had my heart from the very beginning.