.the mind is a beautiful thing.

I send you a heart when I wake in the morning Maybe an accompanied "good morning love" And my heart aches with want, because everything in me wants to send "I love you I love you I love you I love you" And never stop.

I want to wake up next to you, hogging the blankets I want to make coffee with you, and spill it on the counter I want to watch the sunrise with you, chilly and breezy I want to make breakfast with you, and toast our bread too long I want to garden with you, really just watching you do it I want to read with you, awkward until we both burst out laughing from the quiet I want to make lunch with you, and feed most of it to the dogs and cats I want to go for a drive with you, and make fun of you for not doing it right I want to play games with you, when really it's just you playing I want to make dinner with you, and burn it all because I can't cook I want to have dessert with you, and comment how you could've made it better yourself I want to watch a movie with you, even though we both know I hate them I want to curl up for bed with you, and forget we were trying to sleep I want to do it again the next day, with you Forever and always

You are  my sun,  my paper,  my canvas,  my sunrays,  my cat,  my queen,  my Bonnie, my Rapunzel,  my music,  my Daisy,  my Basil, my other half. And I  your moon,  your pen,  your brush,  your shadow,  your mouse,  your king,  your Clyde,  your Eugene,  your lyric,  your Luigi,  your Sunny, yours truly. You are mine. And I, yours.

I see you In the sunrise In the moonlight In the darkness In the fall In the warmth In the cold In the wilting In the bloom  In the moment In the lapses In the writing  In the paint In the shadows In the daylight I see you Everywhere In everything And I love you

Darling, You are the stars in the sky The salt in the sea The leaves on the wind The breath of a child The love of a mother The bird of a nest The sting of a bee The song of a flock The call of the gentle soul The petals of a flower The dying branch of a tree The lone weed in a field The ground beneath my feet The will within my heart The growth inside my brain The one that I adore The one that I trust The one that I love Darling, You are wonderful And you are you.

Romance is bullshit I'm happy I am I'm in love But Someone always suffers I love her But I'm with them I'm with them But he loves me It doesn't matter Who you pick There will always be one Your heart doesn't forget Sometimes it's more Than just one I know I have More People don't like that I am Who I am Even if They don't like it I can't just change Who I am Not that So of course I love her And I still find myself Infatuated With him But they're mine Right now And I'm okay With that. People get hurt But there's always A new person Even if the cycle repeats Someone will always have someone Even if It's not Who you think It would be. Romance is bullshit But that makes it So much more Alive.

Mind, body, eyes, teeth Sunlight strains Vitamin D isn't that important anyway My Disney princess dreams are true Snow White has never had more competition Although Chipping polish Black and stark against my skin Might put me back A few steps Snow White was fourteen In that movie Her prince was thirty-one In the original story Weird That even as children We learn That it's okay To be a dick Tiana had three jobs Her whole movie was spent As a fucking frog Real representation Disney Very nice Mulan's name Wasn't Fa Mulan But Hua wasn't Feminine enough For pop culture I suppose The first princess That dealt with mental illness Was cast off As the villain Elsa wouldn't have cracked If the ice weren't so heavy Even Tinkerbell Was portrayed poorly My dreams of being A Disney princess Died a long time ago.

Paper boats still float. Sometimes they fall apart, and break with weather and wear, but they do. They get worn and torn but they float along the stream to their destination. Most people will prefer the metal one, or the wooden one if they're brave But I always take the paper one. It's flimsy and it's degradable, and it never stays in shape. It's not too durable, and it's sometimes unreliable. But it still floats. It doesn't matter if it gets there like it was before. It faces challenges to reach it's destination No matter how hard the journey. So yes, Paper boats still float.

Imagine: Waking in the early morning, rolling over to an empty bed. Sluggishly crawling out of the covers and padding to the kitchen, wearing nothing but a pair of underwear and one of their favourite sweaters. Smelling coffee from down the hall as you tiredly make your way into the kitchen, the cool floor a stark contrast to the heat of your skin from being under the covers all night. Reaching the doorway to see them at the kitchen table, laptop open, silently listening to the playlist you two made together through a pair of earbuds. A document is open, but you can't make out the words. You silently make a mug of coffee, making a second one as you spare a glance at their empty one. You make it to their liking, grabbing both and heading over to the table quietly. Setting the mug in front of your partner, wrapping an arm around their shoulders and pressing a kiss to the side of their head, just above the temple. Instead of startling them, they smile softly and reach up with one hand...