thevagabondking:

the universe 
writes these
notes that
we steal,
and label
as love letters

as if we
could possibly
possess the
ability

to steer
destiny
outside of
our own
hemisphere 

all of this
of which
we are
happens
behind the
clouds
of rib and
muscle

as the
star pumps
forth and
through
the milky
way of our
veins

love in
all it’s
simplicity

complicated
only by our
inability
to understand
the cosmic
make up of
three simple
words  

and how they
can alter
this universe 

(via thevagabondking-deactivated2012)