WAY OUT

I would tell you about his eyes but he’s heard everything I could ever say about them and I can never quite capture their depth. 

I would tell you about his lips but I am afraid I have forgotten what they look like because whenever he is in front of me, my lips never stay away long enough to see them.  

What I will tell you is I am absolutely infatuated by the way he exists perfectly into my confusion of life. 

I refuse to believe in “soul mates” but it feels like I haven't experienced an insight into life on a deeper level before I met him. 

I have always held my tongue between my teeth as I prefer to spill blood instead of my confessions. 

But there is something about him that makes me want to confess my feelings, he does not let me hold back. 

He hides his smiles between his words, the same way the moon hides behind the clouds.

  It is as if his hair was made to be clawed at by me, his beautiful brown eyes made just for me to get lost in.

  I am captivated by the way time seems to stop and clocks hold their breath when we kiss.  

I get lost in his smiles and I hope that I never find my way out.