Window of heaven on the road to hell

Why are you so damned beautiful! How can you break my heart and steal my breath in the same morning. How can you wake up looking like my personal window of heaven, smile so bright I swear you swallowed the stars, move like a dancer across the stage, then nonchalantly tell me you dreamt of him last night. 

It's my own fault of course. You aren't doing any of it on purpose, you're just being. You wake up an angel, your smile always shines, and your walk has always made me weak.

And I asked about your dream. It's my fault, but it's also good. It grounded me back in the real world. Back in the world where I am learning to love you without breaking myself.

I was loving you all morning, never expecting anything back. The dream hurt, but didn't shatter, because I knew that was your world and your life. I can love you while you move through your life and I move through mine. 

I still had to write it though, because your wild hair and smile wouldn't leave me. The desire to kiss your forehead this morning, to take your hand in mine was so strong. But I resisted.