6 a.m. Feels

My leave is soon.

Cry like the moon.

Its blue shade,

Has always made,

Me tear up,

And when I try to cheer up,

I see you and smile.

It took a while,

To appreciate the moon's blue,

But now I found a new obsession; you.

I feel like an addict; overdosing on your touch.

False; I can never have enough, I can never have too much,

Of your existentially beautiful body.

One word to describe your physical: hottie.

This is far beyond anything I have ever,

Felt, and I don't want it to end; never.

Such a beautiful yet crazy word.

But I would still scream it out on top of my vocal chords,

Because it answers, 'When will this end?'

I honestly have the most magnificent girlfriend.

Late night texts while drinking,

Got me laying here thinking:

How did I get so damn lucky to even meet you in the first place?

And how I was so mesmerized by you after just the first few days.

That's a lie. I was so interested since that day it all started:

The twenty-second of February, the moment we parted,

That night, I fell for you like no other,

And laid there in a field blasting tunes, screaming out 'I love her.'

I honestly believe that this was meant to be.

Together we bloom and sound like a harmony;

A perfect melody complimenting my heart,

Which is so damn important in my life which now you're a part,

Of, hopefully for an eternity.

I will love you till infinity.