i love you
i know that, i know you know that but sometimes
sometimes i don't think i'm ready to say it
sometimes, sometimes i wonder
do i mean it?
see, i was talking with the moon last night
and i told her all of it
i told her my trouble and confusion and i told her you
and then she looked at you
and she told me you were pretty
but i told her
i told her she was wrong
you aren't pretty
"why?" she asked, "why would you say that?" she asked
"why would you lie?" she asked
but i wasn't lying
you aren't pretty
my love, you are beautiful.
you are beautiful in the way your eyes change colour, the way they sparkle
you are beautiful in the way you smile and the way you hide it because you hate it
you are beautiful in the way you get oh so excited about lizards, beautiful in the way you know so many useless facts about things you love and remember every word of a show but can't remember to eat
you are beautiful in the way you speak, your silly words and your lovely words merged into one because they're to me.
you are beautiful in the way you hug me while being miles and miles away, you are beautiful in the way you laugh at me and bully me but i would never wish for a thing to be different.
you are beautiful in the way you are mine.
you are beautiful in the way you think you aren't, the way a flower dips and hides when the sun says goodnight and the clouds overtake the once blue sky, you are beautiful in the way you make the thunder fade and the stars come back, you are beautiful in the way you make me beautiful.
i was talking with the moon last night and i spilled to her my tears and my fears and my hope and my wishes and diminishing light
i told her about how you make me forget all of that, how you make me feel loved and worthy of it, how you give me everything i never had and always longed for
and she looked at you and she said
you're kind
and i told her she was wrong
"why?" she asked me, "why would you lie?"
but i wasn't lying
you aren't kind
you're lovely.
you're impactful.
you've become the tide, my tide, washing away every negative inkling within my feeble mind
you are so lovely when you smile
you are so lovely when you make me laugh
you are so lovely when you cry, lovely when you feel emotion and show that you're human, show that you can be weak and become so much more strong
you are so lovely when you ask if i'm okay,
when you toss the sadness out the window and crawl into my blanket fort of self hate and turn it into love and a longing for life, when you touch me without laying a finger upon my skin because you're enough to touch my soul.
you are so lovely when you love me.
i was talking with the moon last night and i laughed until my lungs closed in and my stomach shriveled away and my heart beat no more for lack of air
i had been thinking of you
she looked at you and she told me you're funny
i told her she was wrong
"why?" she asked, "why lie?"
but i wasn't lying
you aren't funny, darling, you're delightfully hilarious
you are idiotic in the most adorable way i have ever once seen somebody act so dumb
you are stupidly cute in the way you find bread falling over and a picture of lettyce snd spinning things to be so funny you cry, you're simply unchallenged in your foolish humour, but dear gods have i never loved somebody so much for making a joke about piss
you are hilarious when you make me laugh harder than i have in a long while, when you make me feel so genuine and real that i feel more like a person around you than i have ever felt in my life.
i was talking with the moon last night
and i sat on my window and listened
as she spoke of the stars and the sun
and their bright presence, their warm welcomeness, the way they make people feel safe and guided.
are you my stars?
you make me feel beautiful and safe, comforted and warm, loved and cared for and seen and understood and real.
and oh, do you shine.
i was talking with the moon last night and i listened to the passionate love she had for her stars and her sun.
i told her i love you.
but i don't think i meant it.
because the feeling i feel, the feeling you make me feel that wraps me up and suffocates me so beautifully and sweetly is so much bigger than love.
i'm not ready to tell you such a massive understatement as "i am in love with you."
so i may stutter, i may hesitate and waver and my voice may shake, but until i find a word as loud and bright and hot and simply wonderful as you, i will use every fiber in my body to tell you, i-
i was talking with the moon last night
and she looked at me and said
i'm in love.
i just smiled because finally,
she was right.
i love you.