the same hands we place over our hearts are sliding across hips. words mixed with feelings, laced with alcohol, spoken soft enough so only you and i can hear them. i said i would never bend over backwards for anyone, but for you i swear i’d crack my spine. life in a wheelchair would be worth every second if i could see the corners of your lips sitting high every day. people say they understand beauty, but they are lying if they have never seen your face. they can say they know perfection but they have never layed with you and taken breaths to the rhythm of your beating heart. to be honest, nothing else matters as long as i have you with me.