Used

your rough fingers laced tightly between strong
branches that stem from your warm empty palms
that are woven into my hair
your mountains melting into my valleys
your strengths overcoming my weaknesses
you have buckets that catch my rain
and I, the nails in your sturdy frame

yes I am a little torn, a little worn in
but you look at me like I am brand new
like I have never been used
although, that is exactly what you do

I Love

I love sitting on the same side as my love in a booth at a diner. I love unmade beds, they are so inviting. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love sitting in silence with some one feeling the electricity between us overflowing into the space all around us. I love the look in people's eyes when they realize they are in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up in the morning and they have forgotten their surroundings. I love the way people get excited when their favorite song comes on the radio like it just made their entire day bright. I love when people close their eyes and drift off to some far away place and a smile comes upon their lips. I fall in love with people and their honest moments. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their day dreams. Some days, no most days, honesty is just too beautiful to put in to words.

Morning Sex

MMM...so unlike the delirious, frantic act of sex after a night of partying on the town and toooo many shots, morning sex is slow and beautiful. It's almost relaxing. It's deliciously  unpretentious and oh so right. With a dust of sleep still in your eye, an arching back mixed with the normal stretching of the morning you toy with your lover. Gathering him or her in as your naked still half asleep bodies writhe together under the sheets. A smile forming on your lover's face before the light of the morning shines in through the blinds.

Afterwards the two of you join the sun of a Saturday or Sunday morning feeling satisfied and refreshed. You may sit together over a cup of coffee and scrambled eggs and bacon, occasionally going back remembering little moments of what just happened in the next room.

Blushing.

If there's a more perfect way to start the day, I haven't yet discovered it. .

Better Off Alone? Nah

There is a reason some people say they are happy alone. It isn't  because they think they would be happy alone. It is because they think if they loved someone and it fell apart they might not make it. 

They think it's easier to be alone. Because what if you learn that you need love? And then you don't have it. 

What if you like it? 

And lean on it? 

What if you shape your life around it? 

And then it falls apart? 

Can you even survive that kind of pain? 

Losing love is like organ damage. It's like dying. The only difference is, death ends. This? It could go on forever . . .

What i'm saying is.... I get it. I get why you are so scared.

But taking the risk is what it's all about, right? If you aren't loving you definitely are not living.

 Love in the end is worth it whether it works out or not.

It's worth it.

It's worth the butterflies and smiles that last all day long.

It's worth the first, second and third kiss.

It's worth having someone there, always. To tell your sad and more importantly happy moments too. To hold you when you are cold, to take care of you when you are sick. 

It's worth having someone to grow old with

And in the end if there is an end and it doesn't work out it was worth the lesson. It was worth the tears and heart ache because loving and losing is better than never loving at all.

True story. 

It is a risk to love.
What if it doesn't work out?
Ah, but what if it does. 

 ;)