I want to taste all of the words you've never said.

you say that I am a sunset, all of my pictures of the sun until I thought of you were sunrises.

then I took the one. the one that was all of the vivid colours I see you as.

you are not dark and decaying, you are ethereal like the clouds hung in the sky.

much like the clouds,

you break down sometimes,

but you are still so very beautiful and deserving of love.

my favourite weather is rain, after all.

you're right, you're something more. no art museum would ever be worthy of you.

I want to show you how I see you, a work of art deserving of gentleness.

and you are poetry.

coffee and energy drinks and 3am drives and sticky kisses and one of the million playlists ive made and you and me, nothing but chasing the sunset until she goes to bed and the stars awaken.

you make the stars feel reachable.