Why do people think it’s sad

or embarrassing

if they go to the movies by themselves,

or take their own self to dinner?

Why don’t they realize that until they are comfortable

and content

being with their own company,

they will never truly be happy.

Because the core of happiness begins, and ends, with your own being.

I want to die knowing that I truly gave myself to somebody else.

I want to die knowing that my heart succeeded in finding another like itself.

A real one,

one that loves unconditionally,

With pure loyalty and trust.

I want to die knowing I would have died for the heart that loved mine.

In every restaurant, I taste you.

In every book, I read you.

In every party, I dance to the thought of you.

In every exercise, I am breathless because of you.

And in every bittersweet moment, you are the only person I cry to, visible or not.

I find a piece of you in everything I do.

the best gift i ever received from a man

was a book of poetry

i can buy my own diamonds

just show me the parts of you your heart wrenches over

tell me of the mountains you cannot conquer

gift me with the things you do not understand,

and the waters you are petrified to ponder

i promise i will run with it all

i will make love to everything that makes you feel this way

i will share your demons until we are in agreement

that they are banished from your heart forever

and when the day comes

i will be there when you are ready to swim the oceans you once were unraveling over

i promise i will be diving in next to you, my lavaliere lover