when i'm tired of the outside world, i

disappear into my mind. i'll narrate what's

going on around me in my head and i'll

romanticize my ordinary life.

i do this when i'm with you. especially then.

but not because i'm tired or feel ordianry. no 

i do it because how could there be a soul as

overwhelmingly magnificent as yours.

when i look at you, all the beautiful words

that i can think of flood mhy head and claw at

my lips, begging to be freed. but i don't.

they are all jumbled up, so how could i let

them escape?

instead i kiss you. softly. passionately. and i 

like to think those beautiful words run into 

your mouth and make a home in your chest.

you've always been better at sorting out the 

chaos of my mind anyways.