OrangePhaze

Darling, You cook like wizard crafting a spell. Who could guess sweet pork is the secret to love? That spaghetti could cure the cold? That chicken was a remedy for heart ache. Darling, Why did counting toes become a hobby? Like I count the freckles across your face? Like I count the seconds when I look into your eyes. Why is it that when I count your fingers our hands always intertwine like vines on a wall. Darling, Do you remember the day I said I love you? Death gripping at my throat. Your eyes clenching on my heart. I didn't know compulsion could come from something non verbal. I didn't know the heart could beat not as a drum but like a bomb. When I said I love you it wasn't a choice there was no option it just is..... it's impossible not to love you. Darling, I've been overseas. I've seen faces that carry on like bark of a willow tree. I've seen people who don't smile cause they never had anything to smile about. I've seen what living can do to someone who has nothing to live for. And that would be me with out you... So Darling, I'll hold onto you like a Chinese finger trap. So if you even think of pulling away you will find it impossible not to love me like the way I love you.

Those brown eyes... There sucking me in and there's no where left to go... All this time I've been thinking I've been moving in the past but in reality I'm heading to your future. I've finally found a place to call home. I get lost in those brown eyes there like a sticky note made from gorilla glue, so everywhere I see an eye with your color there's a reminder that your somewhere in this world waiting for me. I get lost in the colors alot... Colors Of morality are a black and a white , a shade of blue is my sadness, a hint of red for my rage, the day I said I am yours I saw a hint pink but from the day I was born I saw a brown... I can see it in your hair , it's sprinkled amongst your cheeks , I swear I can see it in my dreams, my son, everything is brown as if it was meant to be... I used to think the very brown of my skin was to be detested how could anyone love such a color so muddied and dark but then I saw those eyes.... They just focused on me, it's as if you couldn't look away. You looked at me when I did not want to see myself, when I was afriad of what I've become, as I couldn't grapple with who I am. Those eyes looked at me.... And they said I love you. And now you have made brown for me the color of my home.