The little things

How distant have we all truly become: to believe that the only things that make us feel like we are a part of each others lives, are the machines we created that drift us all further apart. x_x 

She loved him

I loved him all of him,
how he crawled beneath my skin
and into my soul. I loved him all of him
Like how he took trips over my dark fields and paths of roses left  to grow.
I loved him for how he left a spell in his touch , and how he took me as a whole.
 I love him all of him , for how he made sense of all of my bones.
Not only for this  I loved him all of him
 for how he healed my pieces,
guiding them all home.