I’ve spent hours,

Staring at the pavement ahead of me,

Lines flying by,

Writing poetry in my head.

Poetry that someday,

Maybe I’ll read to you.

I wish I could weave my words,

Into a tapestry,

Decorating your wall,

With a visual representation of how I feel when I’m with you.

Because when I’m with you,

I feel like I just dropped acid on the peak of Mount Evans,

And I can see the entire world below me,

And it’s fucking breathtaking.

It’s a view I could get used to.

One I could wake up to,

Day after day,

And never get tired of.

Which is good,

Because I can’t get it out of my mind.

You’re living in the valleys of my brain,

Camped out in my psyche.

Thoughts of you play like movies on my eyelids,

And I can’t look away.

I can’t stop staring at the way the corners of your mouth wrinkle when you smile.

Or the lines of your calves,

And I think about the mountains they’ve climbed,

The inclines that have made up your life,

And someday,

I want you to show me every trail you’ve ever hiked,

And I want you to let me hike with you.

I’d struggle to keep up,

Even though I’m almost always getting ahead of myself.

I feel like I’m getting ahead of myself.

But I can’t slow down.

It’s out of my control,

Just like when I’m riding shotgun,

And you floor it.

I can feel my heart beat in my entire body,

And for once,

I feel alive.

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