dear lover 

My eyes never grow tired

from endlessly exploring you,

For it is like

I am seeing you

 for the first time,

every time.

Yet at the end

of every exploration,

I know I want to see you more,

as if each glance

is the last time our eyes meet.

 Late night 

to you.. i'm sorry if i'm afraid of you or if days of flirting turn to radio silence, without warning. i'm sorry if i make you say the words over and over and over until i believe them. (i'm sorry if i don't believe them). i will probably spend more time worrying about losing you than i spend trying to keep you. trouble is, every single time i've ever thought something was too good to be true- i've been right. understand, i will know how to be vulnurable with you, but i won't know how not to regret it. and i have no idea how deep we'll be into this relationship before i admit i've never done this before. not really. not in any way that counts. before i admit that i know how to put my heart inside someone else's but not how to make it beautiful, i probably won't be easy to love. too many people loved me badly, i'm not sure i know how to do it right.