I lay my head on his shoulder and look up at his face.
He looks so peaceful, finally relaxing as he sleeps.
He holds an odd beauty that could be overlooked by others,
     but I know every fleck and shade of blue in his eyes.
I’ve seen the brilliance that can glow behind them when he is happy,
     the darkness that clouds them when he is angry,
     and so many of the stages in between.

I am completely overwhelmed by the swelling within my chest.
My eyes fill with tears and I hold them back as well as I can manage.
One or two slip out, but otherwise, I control them.
I love him so much it hurts and I can do nothing about it.
I warned him about this.
He has captured my soul and I can only lie in wait,
     wondering whether he will destroy it or let it blossom.
Proof has yet to be given to sway me one way or the other.
It scares me more than anything I can imagine.

I whisper, “I love you,” and lean into his shoulder to attempt sleep.

08/16/2011

Posted on 08/16/2011
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