And on top of everything else...

I'm scared because I love you too much.

Love is...

Love is your warmth, the leftover food in the refrigerator, the songs we sing, the security of your arms, the whipped frosting on a cupcake, the smell of the wind on a chilly fall evening, the slight curl of your hair, layers of blankets, the scars on your face, the games you play, your hands and all you do with them, the kisses you give, the way you talk, 5 am morning breath, your violent twitches as you fall asleep, the electric feeling of your touch, multiple alarms and multiple pillows, back scratching, finishing a grueling homework assignment, sweets and treats, nicknames, encouragement,  late night dinners and Netflix and movies, cats and cuddles, disheveled hair and smeared mascara, silence, growth, and beauty.

Love is simply you, I, and a careless mixture of everything else.

Sleep.

The day is so big, I can feel it stretching out before me.  The last thing you want to do after waking up from a good sleep, is to go and put yourself through work and chores and social interaction.  I know I have to move on from here, but wouldn't it be nice, to just stay in bed, and steal a little more of that perfect sleep?

Open.

I want to crack you open.
I want to unveil you.
I want to see every crevice and scar that is within you.
I want to study every inch of your inner being.
I want to see the beauty that is underneath your exterior.

Lay my hands on the ripples of your heart and have it feel whole again.
Trace my fingers down the history of your years and have you believe in good things again.
Beautiful people do not just happen.
So I’m going to study the beauty of you with all that’s in me.
And after all the pages, I’d do the uncommon;
I’m going to put the bookmark of my heart next to where your heart lies and keep the book forever.

Nobody is perfect until you fall in love with them. 

A bird at your window.

Do you ever hang on to something so tightly that when you finally open your hand, it hurts? But until you feel that, you didn't realize just how tightly you were holding on. You've left your mark on whatever you were holding and it has left it's mark on you. Your heart does the same thing. We are at the boundary between like and love. We do love each other, but it's hidden under wraps. I can admit it only in the quiet of my sleep, under the pillows where I hide everything that I've been meaning to tell you but can't find the right words. I'm afraid. Afraid of jumping into something that we can't dive back out of. How cowardly of us, to hide behind these walls that we've built up only because we're afraid of the vulnerability and hurt that comes with falling for someone so hopelessly. I don't have a choice in it anymore, and I just have to let what will be... be. I didn't plan this. One day at a time, you said. Because as of right now, as I sit here, I can picture the morning sun settling on your face. The mornings don't even seem to be too bad during moments such as these. Your eyelashes, fluttering like wings, come to rest above your perfectly shaped eyes. My heart may skip a beat when they rise- having been caught gawking like a voyeur behind a camera. 
Or a bird at your window. 
Or a girl in adoration. 
      And you'll smile. 
Because as of right now, everything is as it should be.