You are

You are the first thought that comes to mind when I awaken. You are the bittersweet coffee that keeps me awake. You are my number 14. You are my motivation to do well in school. You are my chipotle chicken burrito. You are the extra corn and rice I get added in it. You are my favorite song that keeps replaying over and over in my head. You are the moon light that calms the raging waves in my mind. You are the sun that heats up my freezing heart. You are the wind that guides my boat towards your heart. You are the hero in my villainous city. You are the scientist who solves my complex and incomprehensible mind. You are the doctor that keeps me alive when I’m dying.You are the shaking in my car on those dark cold nights. You are the steam that covers my windows. You are the euphoria I feel when I’m high. You are the light at the end of the tunnel when my vision is black. You are the thoughts that keep me from sleep because I will never have of you. You are the love of my life.  
You are my last love and you will always be my last love. 


You are

aimeeislamey:

You are a good grade on a test. You are my first sip of my morning coffee. You are the number 7. You are every show I found myself addicted to. You are all the good dreams I ever had. You are my blankets. You are my pillows. You are a long quiet drive in the middle of the night. You are a stroll on a cold morning. You are the first raindrops to touch my skin. You are the heat of the sun as I lay on the beach. You are the coolness of the water beneath my feet. You are the very first bite of my favorite food. You are hot soup on a cold day. You are a cold drink on a hot day. You are the words that come so easily to me. You are the words that hide in the corner of my mind. You are the wrinkles in my cheeks when I can’t contain a smile. You are the eyebags I get from loss of sleep. You are my couch. You are my bed. You are my room. You are my favorite type of chocolate. You are the only flavor of frozen yogurt that I eat. You are the endless almonds I get on top of that. You are the ink of my favorite pen. You are my smile and you are my pain. You remind me that rainbows come after hurricanes. You are all the good things that have ever happened to me. You are my favorite song to fall asleep to. You are my favorite person to wake up to. You are all my favorite things. You are all my favorite moments.

My sweet sweet love 


You’re an idiot 


Hearing you slowly breathing, inhaling and exhaling,
As your chest lifts up and down,
Soothes my uncontrollable and destructive mind,
Bring myself into a deep, calming sleep 
 


Sweet sweet love

Oh darling, please know my love has been exploding everyday for you 


Normally,

aimeeislamey:

I’d write a cliche poem, with simple rhymes in each line without wasting time but this is different, I’m not rushing it. Normally, I’d go on and on and add lyrics to a song about how your scent never leaves my nose or how I wish I’d sleep in your t shirt to wake up to the smell of your cologne. Or how your smile gets me to smile when I’m literally thousands of miles away, but I can still somehow taste your lips on mine, and then I’d add a line about how when our fingers intertwine, I feel like I had nine glasses of wine, but I’m just drunk off this feeling. Normally, I’d write a cheesy verse about the way you speak to me, but you don’t like cheese so I’ll go on about that HAM face you make when other boys try to talk to me, or that crinkle in your nose you get when you’re trying to make a decision. Normally I’d talk about milking the special treatment I abuse with my attitude, but now, I’m not a fan of lactose, and you’re intolerant to my bullshit. You somehow handle me and all my jagged edges understanding that even when I’m wrong, I’ll still say I’m right. Normally, I’d talk about the ease of it all, but we test each other daily, and I’m still unable to calculate how I managed to get you, how you and I somehow add up, how you subtract my attitude, multiply my happiness, and divide me from my past, but you say nothing else matters in this equation but you and me, and this is a test I don’t want to fail. Normally, I’d be on the verge of looking up new words that’d describe exactly how you make me feel. But with you, words come naturally; one by one and soon my mouth would run on and on and I still don’t know how to stop, but I don’t want to. Normally, I’d be speechless, but you have me wanting to say so much more than my lips allow that leaves me with run on sentences and a naked mind. But, you aren’t anything normal to me. You’re something special, something I’m not going to give up on so easily.