1 am

-1:07 am-
you dont sleep much.
the sky turned orange and yellow tonight. and the clouds passed so slowly. it felt like the day i met you.
you were so tired and i was so nervous.
but that didnt stop the flowers from blooming.
-1:10 am-
you have nightmares when you close your eyes.
i can hear the crickets outside my window playing a pretty tune. they remind me of the first time i heard you sing. the car was going at a speed i was oblivious to and the mountains, my favorite thing, passed in a blur.
i wish i could live in that moment forever.
-1:12-
your voice is deep and groggy in the mornings. i would know because we met at 6 am every morning in front of cotton candy clouds. you were quiet. and i enjoyed the moments when the world seemed to stop.
the moments when i could hear you breathing.
-1:14-
i wrote a poem about you 3 days after we met. as if you were familiar bones. as if you were there before the days i stopped dreaming of something better. the clouds remind me of your voice. and how nice it sounds when you're tired. how nice it sounds when you say my name.
-1:17-
you like to fiddle with your hands while in social gatherings. and you have anxiety ridden fingernails from all the words you dont say.
it rained yesterday. a hard rain. the kind of rain that makes you want to listen to soft music and read a love story. but lately i have no need for stories. im living one.
-1:20 am-
you love the sea. you say my eyes are something you can drown in. i would know because we have spent hours just staring in silence.
you awoke me from a dream i was unaware of. do you remember when you first kissed my forhead? because i do.
-1:29 am-
you dont sleep much and you have nightmares. your morning voice and deep brown eyes are something i could build a home in, and yet. every day i find one more thing to love about you.