black clouds and silver linings

on muggy days after thunderstorms,
I sometimes manage
to work up the courage to walk past your door,
wondering if I can let the warmth of your sideways grin
soak into my skin
like sunshine
that breaks through rain-clouds
because your touch is my silver lining
on the maelstrom of my life,
and I would haven't it any other way
because I've recently found myself
caught in cliches; waltzing with optimism

and it would be a lie
to say I am not terrified of happiness,
but there are nights where I sit by you,
watching your eyes weary with sleep
refusing to give into exhaustion
so we stay up 'til odd hours of the morning
talking about nothing and everything in between
because you have taught me the wisdom of simplicity,
the beauty in simple-chord-progressions;
taking things slowly,
and the joy of finally stopping to savor
the brightness of the future
that seeped in when I met you;
cracked my defenses open
the way light shyly peeps through your blinds
like a reminder that it's already morning because
we've stayed awake together too long again,
as if an excess could never be enough

but I am at peace
with wanting more :)