Iris

I look at her again; harder, deeper, stronger this time. The time we see each other is far in between and I never know when I'll be able to look at her again. She's beautiful. The more I look at her, the more it hurts me, tears my heart into pieces. I don't know what it is about her, but it breaks my heart in the sweetest way to be near her. I watch her as she stares in my eyes, and I feel her getting lost again. I can feel her getting into my soul some more, and becoming a deeper part of me. My eyes scan her face, and I soak in the moment until I feel my heart beginning to fill up, ready to burst. I look away from her, look down to keep myself from crying. She lets out a whimper of pain and agony, and curls her finger and puts it under my chin, forcing me to look back up at her. 1

"I can't get lost in your eyes when you look down..." She softly pushes the words out. I choke on the air that she's taking away when she says those things as it get's caught in my throat. I think I can't breath. She stares at me again, going in so much deeper. Our fingers lay tangled in one another, laced and bound to be tightly woven together for all eternity. Our hearts are like patch-work on a quilt, two beaten and torn pieces that as they are stiched and sewn together, interwined, become beautiful. Its days like these, the days in between the fighting and the hurting, that the love comes out. The way she makes me feel. So many of the little things, and the big things, that keep me coming back to her, running to her. Anyone who would look at our relationship from the outside wouldn't understand it, they couldn't see this: the way she looks at me like there's no one else in the room. As she lays there, so safe in my arms, I feel a smile slide its way onto my lips, and I let out a happy sigh. It's the way things are between us, because it's true love that we have. It can't be replaced and no one else could ever make me feel the way she does. I squeeze her hand in affection, but she's so lost inside me that she doesn't respond: afraid of being found. I feel so small somehow, with her laying in my arms, and the world just seems to big. Like it's surrounding us, so we can't be found and ruined by the rest of the world. Everytime I'm around her, the song "Iris" by the Goo Goo Dolls comes to mind, and I always want to play it. I want to sing it to her, because I know she'd love it. What is it about her that makes me completely forget whatever I was going to say? The way I look in her eyes and I think of all the things I want to say to her, all the things I mean inside, and the way that I forget it all in a second. The way I can't seem to push those words out, even though I mean them all, the way she just leaves me breathless.2