There is a graveyard in my chest.
There is one ladder.
There are plenty of ghosts.
There are tombstones with descriptions of the things that sleep longer then sleep itself.
There are mother's crying.
There is a thin smoke circling the fence.
There are angels.
And Darlas
And Demons.
Some of them put themselves here.
Hung themselves on the tree's near the entrance.
You are the caretaker to my graveyard.
you are the caretaker of my heart.
And you stand in the middle,
holding a shovel.
Beginning to dig.
I beg you to stop.
Plant your seeds,
release yourself from this duty.
climb my ladder.
You are not like the others.
You are the one I crave.
Plant your seeds.
Plant your seeds all over.
and bathe them in water.
Break these stones with your roots.
You are the flowers in my heart.
You are the songs of the choir singing.
Turn my chest into a playground of swings hanging from trees.
Turn my chest into your chest.

If I wrote a book I'd make my characters dance.
She would spin and her hair would be like every scientist described.
If i wrote a book I would want you to be the star.
Non Fiction.
I would sit there and write about the things I love about you.
How when you smile, although it's rare it's staggering.
How you take care of me.
How you make me feel when I haven't seen you for longer then a minute.
How you make me feel when I get to see you again.
How you have courage, and determination.
I would write about the things you do.
How you spend your day thinking of all those that need you.
How you climb, and kiss me.
How you drive your car fast.
How you sing, and how you tell stories.
I would write about the things you are.
Beautiful, Kind, funny.
The smartest human in the world.
Vegan, ;)
I would write about what you mean to me.
And somehow I would describe more then "everything".
Making the book thicker then the amount of paper trees could make.
If I wrote a book.
I would make our characters dance.

In my dreams all I think about is the way you move, the color of your eyes, and how your hands feel.

I dream of you every night. 

Let me tell you of the one last night.

We had met on top of a mountain, then again in my back yard.

I took you to the water with the wind and knew exactly what we could be.\

It was powerful.

We slept next to the river and stood in front of trains.

You played guitar for me. You played guitar for everyone. 

I could only be dreaming as god had never made someone so precious, so perfect.

Like a angel on ropes you landed with me, on top of me, everything was red.

Wheres the weirdest place you've ever.... never mind.

We went to a spooky. 

We went sailing.

We jumped.

We swam,

We kissed,

We loved,

We love.

It was so salty.

It was the most perfect dream.

You are the most perfect dream.

Like the pages in this book you are sacred.

Hold my hand like a warriors sword.
Lay with me as if I were a dying child.
Kiss me as if you'd never felt flesh before.
Talk to me like freedom is falling.
Dance with me like a girl with her dolls.
Laugh with me like you'd never been so in love.
Pray with me like we are each others gods.
and lastly,

Darling please remember me.
Remember me like i'm the code to you're chest.

If I were van van Gogh i'd paint you like his night sky, you'd be every one of his stars.
You'd be the brightest celestial body and on Christmas they would paint you atop of Jesus's head.
You are light.
And if I were da Vinci you'd be the Vitruvian Woman, perfect in proportion.
Your arms enslave your chest, your smile kisses your ears,  your wrists display like candy.
You are justice.
If I were Monet you would be the most breathtaking silence, the mind numbing stillness.
You keep me from thoughts of the world, you are my thoughts of the world, you entrap me.
You are eternity.
If I were Cassatt i'd put you in my arms. I would buckle your body to mine like two hot metals.
Your head dripped on my shoulder, your lips against my neck, you'd never forget I love you.
You are precious.

I spent a year studying what art is, and before I knew you, you were all that I imagined. You are the shore touching the water, you are every star in the sky, you are a mother and a child. You are everything I want and anything you want to become. You are liquid in my lungs post death, quietus.
I prayed to god for 20 years, I pray to you now. I kiss your feet and bow my head in your heart. I wish I were these artists, to have the capability to tell you, how beautiful I think you are but for now just lay with me and we can read each other like braille, My whole body screams I love you. わたしは、あなたを愛しています.

10 Songs That Happened When You Left Me With My Stupid Heart

"Don't Believe Everything you HeAr On THe RadIO."

We are so robotic.

We are so romantic.
We are so many calories.

We are a utopia.
You are white wine.

Stop the definitions.
We are in love.

War Paint.
Cut Wrists.
Broken Teeth.
Sound of Smiling.
Crooked Fingers.
Bloody Noses.
Girls in Love.
Boys with Weights.
Mom's with Hearts.
God's with Immortality.
Cut Paper.
Touching Toes.
Bruised Knees.
Missing Minds.
Soft Hands.

I can tell you everything about us.
I can tell you our names.
The color of our hair.
What we think about as it rains.
What it looks like when we die.


But must importantly I can tell you what it sounds like when you call upon God.
Are you ready?
It sounds like this are you ready? It sounds like this.

I love darby

Read me like a prayer.

We are heads with no faces.
Our mothers disgraces.
We are soundless beings.
Our ears are emptiness we need you.
I pray to fly you in the sky even if it's just for a day.
Give me love, give me eternal salvation.
I feel speechless.
My body is tied to every radiator.
Harvest me. Please harvest me.
God bless me. God remember what I wrote about the grave yard. I wish it was a love poem.
This is my prayer. This is my love poem.
Hang us on the wall. Hang us like paint on a steeple, Jesus on a cross, A fish on a hook.

I think of us in the future, don't you?

Some days I believe I'd make a better fit in a casket then encased around you.
Some days miss Jesus.
Some days I think about all of the things that change color.
Some days I've never felt luckier then kissing you.
Some days I cry.
Some days I get to hold hands with the most beautiful girl in the world.
Some days I draw this pictures all over my not so soft body.
You have soft hands. At least when I hold them.
Some days I think about flying kites.
Some days I google dangerous things.
Some days I get so stressed.
I love the trees with fruit. I think it's poetic.
I think if I were better at scrabble I would be better off.
Big changes are coming.
I don't want to be so tired anymore.
Hawaii is soon.
All my poems for the last lonag time has just been me writing to you. I'm not sure who you is but I am just trying to get these thoughts out of my head. I want to write something poetic but I just end up telling stories of the neurons that surround me. I don't know whats wrong you know. I don't know how to make things better but I miss you. If I was better at art would you love me more? If I played a instrument. Remember memories don't last forever so lets keep making them. Remember the hats and little action figures, and how we'd pee together, and how I cried in the river, and how I got an entire E.L. Fudge thingy to myself, and how I don't remember any Sunday leading up to now. I got a new keyboard. I think I should return it. I dropped my headphones in cereal twice yesterday. I wish I was stronger. I wish I didn't have scars on my face. Remember my poem about the graveyard lol, I actually like that one. I wish I was a middle child. I wish that I still hand the sandstone. Hawaii is going to be dope I hope. I really like being around Rachel, she makes me happy to talk to.
Me and Tanner are kind of friends again.
I have to drive to Idaho on Halloween and I have so much homework. i might die :(
This keyboard is so freaking loud its actually insane.
I think windwaker is beautiful
I am a pussy.
I think most the people I work with should get fired. Google how to run so fast your skin almost falls off.

Goodnight.

Eclipse.

Lets die of thirst.

Lets forget what the wind tastes like.

Lets never travel in space ships.

We have.

Oh we have.

Dear God we have hurt each other.

Dear God we have forgotten.

This boat is tighter then our arms on our last days in heaven, heavier then the souls of all those still living but somehow it still leaks, somehow we're broken.

We played in the river together.

Held hands in a tree together.

Fell in love.... together.

So god don't tear us apart, we prayed to you on one to many rocks.

Let us float, let us look to the sun on every coast, let us dive.

Dear Darby,

I love you.

Dear Darby

Don't worry my mom doesn't like me either but she does love me and she will love you too.

I don't want you crying at work and I don't want you crying before we sleep. I want your arms to be smooth and I want you to stop thinking about the times love has ended and havoc has filled its spot. Rremember what it was like at the wedding what its like when people in love dance, people in real love who care about each other.

Yesterday you said you thought its most sad to be alone, at least forever.

I love the way you talk, and walk, even if its with a limp sometimes.

I love your hair and when I hold it in my hands.

I love your eyes, when I look in them I go back to the creek behind logans house, where we played in the mud and climbed the trees, we discovered the world and I rediscover it in your eyes.

I love your mind, I love your mind, its a seemingly endless amount of memory, of knowledge, of growth. You are 10x smarter then me and I love it.

I love hiking with you, and repelling, and climbing, and kayaking, and biking, and swimming, you are the only girl I have ever gone swimming with I think and I feel safer then ever.

You are blackberry gardens, you are rose pedals and rhino thorn nosed. You are McDonald cash registers, you are pickled name kids, you are three blocks away. You are clam chowder. You are 20 feet up. You are everything that made me smile. You are everything that makes me smile. You endless hours of cuddling and endless hours of hand holding.

This is a unfinished draft but I want you to know I love you, don't worry about the heart break, it is far from inevitable.