poems i write at 2 a.m. and decide to post

twenty seven (combien je t'aime)

"combien tu aimes moi?"

he asks to me

and i find that i can't answer.

there's no use

and no limit to love

and i find that he is my muse.

i search through my soul

and i open my mouth.

except no words come out.

i miss you, i love you

my whole heart is yours

i hope that you'll see it too

when i don't speak,

you hear my voice.

when i don't move,

you know my choice.

you know me better than anyone else.

you make music.

you sing to my heart.

i make a choice.

and hope you'll know that it's you.

you sing in such a way

that i can't just escape.

your voice is music to me

and i'm just for you.

you're perfect for me.

you understand my deep intricacies

you want me

and i need you.

what am i,

if not yours?

am i enough?

will you keep being mine?

i write this with everything,

every emotion in my heart.

i hope that you'll see it

and know that it's all from you.

i swore i'd never love again.

but you, you, you.

it's all you.

i'm falling all over again.

my walls fall,

and you shake my resolve

as i find that your eyes

are sinkholes to my cause

i adore you.

my heart is yours

i hope that you'll take it

is it enough?

i sit in contempt of my own actions

have i spoken wrong?

but you look at me again

and gosh, there i go.

you tell me i'm perfect as i am

and i wish you knew

just how much i'd do

so that you felt that way about yourself, too.