The Atoms Of Me
The atoms of me
And the atoms of you,
Will be ink one day,
And paper and pen,
And then, at last,
We will be a poem,
A love song;
Some immortal verse.
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You’re so far away”
you said, touching my face on the screen as a tear rolled down your eye “I’m not love, look, i’m right here, in front of you” i replied wiping off the tears rolling down your cheeks and as one rolled down mine, I continued “don’t cry, it’s okay, i’m just one text one call one flight one screen away I’m right here love, I’m right here in front of you.


Sometimes, when it’s raining, I think about you. I think about you all the way over there, with all those years between us. I think about if you’re doing well, what your bedroom looks like, if you enjoy your job. I think about the times when there wasn’t any ocean between us and my time was your time. I think about when I knew the answers about you, because they were my answers as much as they were yours. Sometimes, when it’s raining, I wonder if it’s raining where you are too ♡
I know what I want. I want you in the morning, pouring your coffee, sleepy with bed hair kissing me good morning. I want you in the nighttime when you're tired and a little worn out from the day and from work but you still manage to do things with me. I want to watch movies with you, bake cookies with you, paint rooms with you, drive far away with you. I want to gaze at you because you're a fucking masterpiece in my eyes, and I want to hug you and tell you how much I love you. I want you to never give up on me, to never think twice about how genuine my love for you is. I want you to be able to tell me anything and everything. I want to be the one you go to when you've had a good or bad day. I want to be the one for you. You mean so much to me that I can't imagine how it'd be without your hand to hold or your shoulder to cry on.

Knowing you has been important for me. I’ve learned a lot just by watching you exist. You’ve made me better. Thank you for being exactly who you are.
♡