I want you to be infinite 
and because of that
I’ll write down everything I know
about the way your fingers move
or how you bite your lip.
And just like the moon
who’s beauty can never be shown in a picture,
my writing will never be as complete as you are
and I could write novels about your eyes
without ever really 
getting close
to the truth.

— // loving somebody 
j.d.m. (via poetryandthesea)