214. ....

Someone called me the luckiest...girl...in the world.
I told them to hold up
slow up
blow up
back up
and understand that although luck has come my way this day
it hasn't always been so fruitful, if you will.
But I will- take advantage of this situation
I've chosen to write right words after much deliberation.
The sun comes through my window and I breathe the sigh of relief
as it's in my belief to understand that I have the whole world..in my arms.
There you are lying on my shoulder
as I am the blanket when your world becomes colder
hoping silently that this can still be a portrait as we get older.
And I want to let you know that if my life were a book
you would be my favorite chapter
and I would not give a damn about the pages that came before or after...or
the authors note in the beginning
which would have me singing
your favorite song
in melodies that have never been heard because
when I'm with you I feel feelings that have never been felt
causing my insides to begin to melt
and my heart feeling a tad sappy and-
I once promised that sappiness was only for the trees
but a sudden light breeze has me questioning why I ever
gave that right only to the forests-
for us...is something so sappy in the air
that even "being green" cant honestly compare.
So I stay with being blue.
And not being blue in the sense that I'm sad-
being blue in the sense that if you had to pick your favorite color
that's the one you would grab
and I would want you to be with me so..
I pick blue.
And if I had to run around the world twice to show my dedication
I would do it three times without any hesitation,
rush back into your arms after
and recite the longest dissertation on how everything I just witnessed
three times around this earth...
couldn't compare to anything that I know you are worth.
Look, I think you're wonderful and I'm so blessed to stand with you
I wish I had the courage to say everything I planned to.
I speak in front of hundreds having conversations that are new
about feelings, emotions, relationships and act like they already knew.
I then come home look in your eyes, get lost, and hundreds turn to two-
turn to you- my favorite who- I speak about to the hundreds.
Just know that even when I get nervous-
hundreds are just strangers
who read and listen and endanger
their ears and eyes for some poor sap who needs an audience.
But you..
you are my night sky and all the stars that fill it.
You are the street lamps that guide my way home so well lit.
You are the sunny days, the actual sun rays,
and the lemonade that cools the heat down on those hot summer days.
You are the inspiration to the poem-
the one that I call home,
resting on my shoulder as my once hard body turns to foam.
Once more I look out my window as the day is welcomed through-
just know you're everything I ever meant to say...
I find myself...through you.