I have come to the conclusion
that love is not complicated at all;
no formula, no sequence,
no step-by-step rules;
flows as naturally
as the river flows to the sea;
free falls as high as the sun;
no fears, no boundaries;
makes the sun rise and set—
I conclude that space-time
is a lover’s fiction
and love is the only thing
that time cannot touch.
Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 8:47 PM UTC
They say the night is darkest
just before the sun rises
and I've been through the darkest of nights
crawling into the sunrise
longing for something the daylight may bring
then I walked in the sunlight
side by side, with its colors
and I had everything
but as I ran to the sunset
one by one, the colors faded slowly
and I had nothing
my heart was sinking
like the sun in the horizon
how can something so beautiful be this sad?
And the sun sets
embracing all its colors and warmth
yet the cold didn't bother me
my hand felt warm
and I looked back and saw
that I was never alone
from the darkest of nights
to laughing in the sun
from my nothingness
to the setting sun
I looked back and there was you
you have been there all along
holding my hand
In your eyes,
I saw my brokenness, its nothingness
I saw the beauty of the setting sun in your eyes
I saw you
and I saw love in your eyes
I found you
and I found love in your eyes
Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 2:30 PM UTC
I thought it would hurt less
the next time around
for each time
the pain makes you numb—
but why is it that this time
the hurt is magnified?
the accumulation of all the heartaches
you've ever felt
ever since the first—
it caught me off guard
shall this pain pass?
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 9:03 AM UTC
I am difficult to love, on most days
some days, I will crawl under your skin
some days, I will keep you at bay,
questioning, in the middle of the ocean
one day, I'm pouring my heart out
the next day, you won't even hear a sound
most days, you'll see laughter
most days, you'll hear nothing but tears
you will hear the depths of my despair
and see my eyes and its fading colors
one day, you'll dive deep into my loving
the next day, you'll be sinking into nothing
I will leave you, lost and wandering
and run to you, searching and needing
most days, I will pull you in
keep you locked in my embrace
other days, I will push you away and
walk you to the edge of your patience
at sunrise, you will bask in my sunshine
water my blooming flowers, love them one by one
and at sunset, you will find
my flowers wilting, burn them one by one
will you still see the light, long gone
the beauty in setting suns?
will you choose to see beyond and above?
because on most days, I am difficult to love
Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 10:06 AM UTC
my type of waking-up-in-the-middle-of-the-night
is at 4 AM
cold, and still
at peace
before the rest of the world
stirs up in their sleep
and if you would ask why
I'm still awake at this hour
maybe, it were my feelings that woke me up
that even my deepest sleep can't bury
the longing, the unfinished sentences
the questioning, and faded memories
the hurting, and promising lies
the hoping, and honesty in kisses
maybe, it was the same reason
that won't let me sleep
but heavy eyes betrayed me
maybe, it was the same reason
that won't let me go back to sleep
maybe, it was the same reason
that woke me up just in time for the sun to rise
and if you would ask why,
what enough reason to wake me up
early in the morning,
when the rest of the world are vulnerable in their sleep
and here I am,
at my loneliest hour,
with a hundred thoughts
and cowered feelings,
as the sky shifts its color
from the deepest to the brightest blues,
and as the sun kisses the moon goodnight,
it was you
and how the the sun rises
and how I long to spend
the rest of my sunrises
with you
Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 5:33 PM UTC
I see you in colors
that others see only in black and white
I see your rays
shining through the thick grey clouds
I see your light
like a distant star, burning bright
yet close enough to feel warm and real
I see the colors in
what others see as dull eyes
to me was true and loving, without a lie
I see the sunset in your eyes—
and when they ask me,
"what do you see in him?"
my eyes will tell,
"what is there not to see?"
my heart will tell,
"what is there not to love?"
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 4:50 AM UTC
take my hand, my love
from here on out
follow me, without a doubt
and I will take you to places
you've never been to
you've never imagined
you've never thought you ever could
because this time around
I believe, my love, that you can
go from the sad colors of the sunset
to a sunrise full of hope
go from the darkest night
of your weaknesses and fears
to the brightest morning
of braving new seas
of waking up next to
the desires of your heart,
and morning kisses, saying,
my love, you are not alone
I will be with you
from here on out
and I will take you to places
where your dreams were once lost
together—you will dream again
and I will take you to places
where your smiles faded
together—you will taste happiness
pure and everlasting
where you once lost love
together—you will go back and find
that as you take my hand
I will show you what loving truly is
how to love for real
show you, this time around
that you deserve to be loved
let me love you
with a love that is true
and that's from above
take my hand, my love
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 10:28 AM UTC
a thousand little electricities
igniting, running
down from our touch
where your skin ends
and mine begins
hot breath against our skin
filling our lungs
with deep words
and sighs becoming one
and your eyes in the dark,
so intimate—
you are my favorite silhouette
Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 2:26 AM UTC
Here's to more
midnight meetings,
2 am rendezvous,
drunken kisses,
honest feelings,
language of skins
& warmth of words,
deepest sighs
& secrets
& confessions—
here's to more sunrises
with you, love
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 1:05 AM UTC
“be safe,
get some rest,
text me when you get home.”
i used to love a boy
who never lived to be a man.
i was fourteen years old,
in a psychiatric hospital
after swallowing so many
of my mother's pills
that i couldn't remember
her name.
he told me i'd been crying
and rocking back and forth
for two days.
i told him i was cold.
he gave me his sweater.
“be safe,
get some rest,
text me when you get home.”
things i say so often
they have become more incantation
than conversation,
a protective spell rubbed
river-rock smooth
by worried hands.
i say,
“you look cold, take my jacket.”
i say,
“have you eaten today?”
i say,
“here, drink some water.”
i do not say what i am thinking,
which is,
“baby,
the sharks are circling again,
where is the blood
coming from this time?”
because when i said,
“i love you, stop dying,”
he said,
“go home.”
i said,
“i already am,”
so he killed a fifth of tequila,
cut us both with the bottle,
and passed out in the bathtub.
so when i see the dark fingers
that tug at your bones,
i will not ask you any questions
i don't think you can answer.
tonight,
we will only talk about things
we have words for,
and if that means
all we talk about
is stars,
then i will spend
a lifetime of tuesday nights
talking to you about stars.
and if staying alive means
going away,
then i will buy you a bus ticket
and tell you to never look back.
dragons were not meant to live
pinned under glass and i would
never ask you to be
anything else
to fit comfortably.
and the last day i see you,
i will not say goodbye.
i will not tell you i'm afraid,
i will tell you i love you,
crank up the stereo,
punk rock screaming
at a purple sky,
and i will drive you home
one last time.
Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 2:05 AM UTC