you’re a canvas
and I’m a lonely artist
I push my brush into the paint
and then I press it on your skin
I draw your smile and all your curves
your lips your brows
and I even try
to recreate your smile
once I’m finished
like I do
I step back and look right at it
you’re not there
Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 7:46 PM UTC
I just fell asleep
I don't know where you finish and I start
Is this a nice dream
or I pictured the most tender work of art?
Love, I've been waiting for you to come back home
Oh.
I'll be saving all my love for next time
When did you say
is our next time?
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 12:37 PM UTC
I only eat hard candy
so that my teeth
can get used to the weakness that you cause
I only eat hard candy
so that my lips
can be smashed and broken
they'll bleed
but they'll taste like bubblegum
I don't like jelly beans
I don't like gummy bears
I don't like liquorice
I only eat hard candy
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 10:33 AM UTC
You're not the moon
you are a minor star
on the far left
of the sky as I see it
and I'm the dark
waiting for the day to end
so you can light me up a little.
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 7:30 PM UTC
You make me wonder
if I'm smart
I'm safe
I'm whole
if I'm enough of a burden
for you to take me on board
and talk to me careful
calmly
making me feel like
I'm smart
I'm safe
I'm whole.
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 7:27 PM UTC
as you look this way
for I don't have a pen or paper
to write you down before you fade.
Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 5:31 PM UTC
With straight stitches
and a few candid mistakes
I sewed your silhouette
to the edges of my heart.
Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 3:03 PM UTC
I live so close to pain
sometimes I wonder
if I would feel
any better
without it
Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 8:02 AM UTC
The sky will run out of stars
after we’ll have left our bikes by the wall
and walked the night
to the summit of a hill.
After we’ll have heard the terrible clamour
so dramatically silent
of what I thought would be the last nuclear fusion,
I’ll tell you about my fear that the sky
above us
like a mile of desert
dead before the dawn
will remain black
not pierced by a single light.
Convince me
they won’t end, the words
that I can use to tell you about the future
to let you know my kiss was honest
what I meant.
Convince me
they won’t end, the mines of gold
now full with dust and ground
from where I pick the only chords I know on my guitar
so I can sing to you
wherever we might be
about a walk through the darkest night
with analog eyes
and maximum exposure time,
two wool-like gloves
intertwined
and two mouths happily moving.
We’ll go back to our bikes by the wall,
and, beautiful,
pointing your finger to above
you’ll laugh
I told you
that the sky
wouldn’t run out of stars.
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 7:37 PM UTC
You remind me
of the scent of bubblegum
sweet in your eyes
brief in your sentences
you won’t let me have
what I expected
rather
you whisper at me
(laughing like a kid)
that to your right
my left
a space so remote
distant from where I sit
(at least inside my mind)
some soul stopped by.
“He reminds me
of the smell of bubblegum”.
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 7:35 PM UTC