So it's been a while, life has changed and here is a softer sorta scream into the void
I Guess This is a Love Poem
I mean this in the best way,
Loving you isn't new or exciting
It's an inevitably that I am glad I've settle into
It is conformable and kind
Gental and slow
Simple and sweet
There is no aching or discomfort in this knowledge
In your arms my brain echos
Bone of my bone
Flesh of my flesh
Myself for you
And yourself for I
And sometimes it is overwhelming
To be seen, to recive affection
But oh, it is simple to care for you
And to be cared for by you
It is the most fortunate thing I've stumbled into,
It certainly wasn't my plan
But I'm glad that it has happened
It wasn't a conscious choice,
But now it is, and I'm happy to chose you
And your planning, and your sarcasm, and you silliness, and you pragmatism, and your veiw of a world similar but so different from mine. Your willingness to hope
I guess this is a love poem,
So I will end it with
I love you my bird














