[haveitoldyouenough]

words can only carry you so far and tears never fully drown the sorrows wishes never bring you closer but maybe these sheets can cross oceans and love will keep me afloat.

give me the warmth of your embrace wound me with that smile and scar your lip prints into my flesh.

call me your own tear down my walls

ridden with the burden of self doubt this cracked heart is not easy to love but every jagged edge  is just one piece closer to spelling out your name and every beat is calling out for you. tell me you hear it loud and clear that we speak the same language.

show me with your hands; every invoked goosebump read like brail and transpired into mouths colliding like the sea crashing to the shore.

tell me you were made for me and that all my demons can finally be set free.

[haveitoldyouenough]

divided by ocean

home was a city i had never been to in arms i had never felt around me home was in words and in dreams i found my comfort in “someday’s” my hopes in wishful thinking and my inspiration in a soul the closest i got to holding your hand was wrapping mine around a coffee mug that fit almost perfectly into the curve of the palm of my hand the closest i ever got to touching your skin was running my fingertips over the ink your pen left splayed on a page from your journal my heart knew you but my body ached it was then i stopped romanticizing metaphors of the ocean and started cursing it for separating my flesh and bones from my heart and now with each crashing wave that gets pulled back out to sea i feel it pushing you farther away from me my dream will always be just that and my home will forever be pulled out with the tide

[haveitoldyouenough]

you were like water, slipped right through my fingers. you’re fluid and reflective. everything you touch is left to glisten. you made me better, you make everyone better. even your falls are beautiful.

[haveitoldyouenough]

if i can’t be in your bed i hope sometimes it’s still me in your head.

[haveitoldyouenough]

boxes and 800 miles means putting wanderlust up on a shelf to accumulate dust and pile up on wasted dreams. i’m still unsure if this is the beginning of one adventure or the end of them all together.

[haveitoldyouenough]

Today I learned that hai shi shan meng means “the promise of an enteral love” and “Promises of mountains and vows of seas.” How perfect, I thought, of a way to describe my love for you.

There is no summit high enough and no depth deep enough to accurately depict how infinite my love truly is.

I know there will be storms along the way but what are landslides and tidal waves in comparison to what two souls colliding brings to the surface?

Let the tangible erode and decay, for you have already touched in me ways no hands ever could.