Ceaseless
We lay down, without a word.
I push you onto your back.
You smile, laugh, I don't get to see that a lot.
Tell me I'm your everything, it's all I could ever hope to hear.
We kiss, god I hope you won't stop me this time.
Your tongue is so sweet in my mouth. Funny, how manly and tough you try to be, but you still taste like bubblegum and smell like cinnamon-just like I do.
And your face-why you hide it, I don't know-it's just like mine.
But your eyes, those are not.
Your eyes have stories to tell-pain, suffering, depression, despair.
War. I can see the blood in your eyes.
And it's beautiful.
I'm staring, aren't I?
You're staring at me too.
"How did I get so lucky?" you say, like you always say.
"Well you're not bad looking," I respond, a smile tugging at my lips. "Maybe a little pudgy but.."
You jab my side, laughing.
To think, that you actually have the ability to laugh.
Maybe that's what I love most.
You force a smile-even when you're down, even though you don't have to-for me.
You fight every day, even if you don't know it.
Because when you're sad, if you can fight to keep a fake smile on your face, I know you're not ready to give up just yet.