My Days

 seem short

My nights
 too long

the snow

once talked about  

has come 

and gone

and yup,

 everythings

 changed

not just the yard work,

but mostly

 how your life looks.

.j.

its not just the way you walk

on the ‘gentleman's' side of the street

and

its not just the way you snore 

and twitch while you sleep

its not just because 

of that fucking 

adorable walk

and

its not just because 

you say all the right words 

when you talk

its not just because 

id follow closely behind you for hours

just to stare at the back of your neck

and

its not just because with you around, 

everything feels better, 

even when its a wreck

its not just the way you melt me

with that shit eating grin

and

its not just the way i go weak in the knees

from the simple smell of your skin

its not just the commonalities, 

or sharing ‘likes’ 

of many similar kind

and

its not just the fact that the touch of your skin

creates a static 

that's impossible to define

its not just the way you demand to be looked at

with your 

unrelenting stare

and 

its not just the way you kiss me with intent

while grasping at the top of my head 

by my hair

its not just because 

there’s a whole 'nother ineffable world 

just inside your touch

and

its not just because 

i fear no one else 

will ever make me feel as such

no,

its 

so 

much 

more

its beyond the way you love

perfect amounts of passion, 

respect, and care

that make me completely want to open up

[and ill admit, this is rare]

its beyond words in my poems, 

or lyrics to any song

and

its something 

that may haunt me

my 

whole 

life

long 

.j.