Analysis of Confessions

I am a jungle of "I love you"s
impossible to sort through
Complex twisting vines
green and fresh, and everlasting.

I am more than a mountain range.
My woes and ecstasies so ridiculously vivid
they're called colors.

I am the uneaten half of your sandwich,
and the freckles on your cheeks
deepening with the sweet nourishment
of your sunshine smile.

I am thick, brown, squelching mud and
a bright white towel at the end of a
scalding shower.

I am a peanut butter milkshake,
toothpaste,
and the lingering aroma of memories.

I am an iridescent soap bubble
floating merrily along to the musical
beating of your pitter, patter, nervous clatter heart.

I am the speed of light.

I am sunshine and rainclouds
and hail.
and sleet.
and freezing slush when your toes just can't bear the cold.

I am the knots in your back
and the feeling
in the pit of your stomach
just before the rollercoaster
d
r
o
p
s
.

I am failure more hopeless than the nightmares you don't dare to dream.

I am louder than the voice inside your head,
fresher than the fresh sheets on your bed,
and whiter than bleach.

I am confident
and scared.

I'm in your elbows, thumbs,
and hair.

But more than anything
I am the reasons for this ever-beating heart
and these ever-inhaling lungs.

good morning sunshine,
it's a beautiful life.