We've both been Let Down before

Finding someone to 

run along side with you through the storm

is not so much romantic,

as a game of strategy. 

Finding a perfect balance

of flaws, and butterflies

will sometimes leave you crying on your bed.

The problem with making 

a home, made out of smoke

is how easily it can disappear.

But if I can disappear with you, 

smoke is the only place I want to call home.

I laid on your chest

and traced the constellations 

I imagined from your bones.

Most of the night was a blur, 

besides the time i spent in your arms

all I can remember if your mouth on mine,

on my neck,

and your warm breath trailing into my mind,

intoxicating me

(Hunny, alcohol has nothing on you.)

I traced your body,

you are perfection,

and I'm still waiting for you to realize my flaws.

Even two days after, 

all I feel are your big hands encompassing my body,

your warm smile after a kiss,

your beautiful eyes looking up at me.

Your eyes are the sweetest eyes I have ever seen,

both dark and friendly,

both strong and gentle.

For once I am experiencing passion,

not lust

and the past is surely dead,

because you what I want to fill my days with,

good and bad.