"Stars, Trees, and Jars"

By: Darlina Marie Magallanes

My thoughts of you are not only frequent but constant
That makes me question the health in my sanity.
You are like a beautiful traffic jam
With sparatic go’s and abrupt stops.
Everything before this failed miserably
Because it’s fate’s way of slapping you in the face
To show you that it’s you and I that is meant to be.
We are what could possibly be eternity.
A product of destiny.
And I wait here patiently
For you to come around my way.
Every time you push away
Wander astray
Or distance your stay
It’s still always me you’ll think about the next day.
We can mass produce happiness
And put it in jars.
Or let it roam free and float to mars.
We can laugh at everyone else
Who envies what we are.
You can be my galaxy
And I can be your stars.
That baby girl you have
I would love her too.
Because she is the biggest part
Of everything that is you.
I don’t want you to take care of me.
I don’t need to be your pet.
I want to be your partner
And hold you up when you’re upset.
I love it when you come home with me
But I’d give anything for you to come home to me.
I want to smell you on the pillows
And wear pretty underwear for you.
I want to be your salvation
When the world is being a bastard
And your cheerleader
When life is your favorite bitch.
I want to wash your back when you’re relaxed
And rub your shoulders when you’re stressed.
I want to fold your under shirts with love
And vacuum your bedroom in the nude.
I want to breathe your name while I’m under your skin nightly.
Let it be me…
That fills your stomach with food and your life with warmth.
Let it be me…
That will still think you’re irresistible
When your body is grey and the top of your head is bare.
And when we can’t move like we used to
We will still move in slow motion together.
I will be your foundation
You will be my tree.
When the hell will you see?
That it’s supposed to be me.