Blind Pilot

We kissed in a crowded room.

After midnight, beneath closed eyes.

The touch of your lips beneath mine

Was vivid.

And it took the oxygen we didn't need.

After all, it was only a dream.

I awoke feeling lightheaded,

my mind spinning in circles.

But from the kiss or the absence of you...

I don't know which.

I wonder if the sand gets tired.

tired of being harshly tossed on the shoreline,

it's fragile pigments scattered in chaos.

I wonder if the waves get tired of crashing

and a life full of constant ups and downs.

Does the sea ever long for stillness?

Darling, you and I are the tide.

Science tried to define us as the rise and fall,

according to the gravitational pull of the moon.

And I admit, scientists are experts on logic.

But they never account for the hearts behind it.

So maybe the gravitational pull is our heartbeats.

Because the waves and sand belong together.

Even in ups and downs.

Even when we wish for stillness.

Our ocean may be made of salty tears we've cried,

and the rubble of sandcastle memories torn down.

But please don't forget my love,

The dance the waves and sand know,

and makes them forget about stillness,

The dance that's beautiful enough to be called art. 

 Because we belong together.

And I'll wait for the gravitation pull of our pulses

to bring you back to me.

The tide can only stay apart for so long.

And I..... will wait for you.

And I'll Write Your Name

I've never wanted to hold words.

To have my veins wrap around letters curves.

I've never wanted phrases sewn on the surface of my heart.

and the cracks in between.

And then I met you, and couldn't just skim your pages. 

I couldn't just read every word either.

For you were a story full of pictures.

And suddenly I was an Art Major.

And fell in love with every shade of red that painted your heart.

Even

            The  

                        Darkest 

                                       Shade.

I've never wanted words to echo on repeat,

Through my headphones and to my nerves.

I've never heard lyrics that made skin dance at it's melody.

Then I told you I loved you.

And the music it made as it echoed in your voice was a concert.

And I became a music major, falling in love with even our silence.

Because even that deserved an Encore.

I became a history major when I fell 

in love with your scars and laugh lines

And how they appeared.

I became a medical major when I fell asleep to your heartbeat.

I listened to it break and wanted to be the remedy,

The one that fixed you when you flat-lined.

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I never thought I'd love math.

and I didn't until we fought. 

I fell in love with solving our problems

and having someone worth fighting for. 

Now, my declared major is English.

I'm falling in love with blank pages.

pages to be filled with conversations,

between your heart and mine.

pages to have ink splattered on

filled with our artwork.

Pages filled with notes and sheet music

from the concerts we attend

Pages filled with the biography written

starting the day we met.

Filled with medical histories 

of the heartache we cured in each other

even pages of math problems

You and I had to learn to solve.

Because English majors create.

And I can't wait to fill blank pages with you.