Lake

You are like my favorite lake.

If I were to go in, I know I would freeze to death,

Yet I can't help but dip my whole self in at full force.

-a.y.

I don't know what to do other than to wallow in my sadness because you've stopped caring about me and I keep begging for you to stay. 

-a.y.

Breathing Hitches.

As he strolled through the open doorway, the first thing I noticed were his curls. Dark and a chocolate brown, I was impressed by their buoyancy. His tall, lanky frame fit them well and one could tell that his body was something he was comfortable with. He wore dark pants with holes at the knees and a t-shirt that was a crisp white. It was funny really, how when he opened his mouth to speak, all I saw was his jaw bones and full lips moving, never even noticing that the voice that emerged was even more beautiful than the rest of him.

But then, my eyes wandered up to his.

A shocking emerald green hid behind his long dark lashes, making them a different shade every time he blinked. If eyes truly were the window to the soul, I knew right then that I could look into his for the rest of forever and still never know him fully.

That’s when I noticed I wasn't breathing. 

Feel

i just want to feel you
skin to skin
tracing and memorizing
every cell of your being.

-a.y.