i stared at the milky way
through the keyhole of your front door
my nose itched
at the linger of stardust on the floor
needless of a space suit
i stepped right through
waving goodbye to the earth
and entering this room
where exists no calendars nor timetables
where we’re made of constellations
no need for labels
realized the earth was a ghost town
at your existence's sight,
no city has a better skyline
than your body laying down
and while the clock on earth swallows up time
chasing the sun as it hides
i am floating with you now
in a heavenly ride
through our celestial silence
so eyes closed
blinded by your cosmic light
i read your skin like braille
most absorbing story anyone could write
i fell for your stars too far down
to be fearful of your night
so i confessed i was your satellite
i will follow wherever you guide
in a supernova you created me
didn't need to give me adjectives
and as your blue and my green collided
a new earth for us was provided
the end of the universe will come
the night your eyelids don't close beside me
the cosmos is curled up inside of us
it's the chaotic beauty of galaxies colliding
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 12:25 PM UTC
. it rides everything
~=~.~=~.~=~.~=~~=~.~=~.~=~
it pulls me in the morning and doesn't let me get out of bed
it keeps me from flying away when i don't want to be here
it makes me fall for pretty strangers and their promises
it lets my fingers drown on my thoughts as i write
it lets senseless words drop from my mouth
it forces people to not dream too much
keep your head on your shoulders
and your feet in the ground
it lets things break
it lets things
die
yet
all those days
that sink and lay
with time will make sense
because gravity rides everything
~=~.~=~.~=~.~=~.~=~~=~.~=~.~=~.~=~
everything falls right into place.
Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 3:12 PM UTC
june reminds me of
the calm before a storm
& the calm soft of your fingers
wisps of smoke out the window
shivers on my legs after the river
watching bokeh headlights
with dreamy eyes & a violet sky
cold sheets & loud fans at night
soaked shoes through the sprinklers
vaseline on my lips that i passed onto yours
the ivory scent of your laugh that still lingers
it reminds me of worldly things that now seem out of world
it reminds me of a past yet awaiting life
a blurry memory of who i am
it reminds me of you
Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 6:46 AM UTC
i saw it in the warmth of your hand when you played with the soft cold of my fingers. i smelled it in the short distance you kept between us every time we talked; in the way i forced myself not to smile because my mouth, so close to yours, didn't want to show that it wanted you. i touched it when my loud, black-out drunk cries were calmed by your quiet presence while sitting in the bathroom floor. i heard it sing when you called my name from down my window or when you showed me your favorite song. i heard it mourn when you told me that you liked her. i tasted it in your burgundy voice when it whispered that you were sorry and never meant to hurt me. i knew it was love when i forced myself to smile because my watering eyes didn't want to show that they wanted you.
i knew it was love because every time you kissed her i couldn't help but stare and wish i was blind.
i knew it was love because i wrote thousands of poems about you hoping one day you would jump out of the page and be here with me, until i realized your name didn't even jump out on my phone anymore.
i knew it was love because when my mind wandered around you it felt like a perfectly stacked box of cigarettes filled with every moment we shared and all i wanted to do was smoke it all until each cigarette burned out and faded with the thought of you.
however i knew it wasn't love
because the way you glanced at me from across the room can't compare to the way you contemplate her so religiously.
i knew it wasn't love because i wanted to be loved so badly that i accepted the smallest crumb and called myself full.
i'm glad it wasn't love because my name was a wooden ship that would simply break if i forced it into your bottle glass heart.
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 4:09 AM UTC
days handwritten in blue and white,
nights that smell like a past life,
the moments on which i rely
to glance back when i feel deprived,
and i know to be grateful means to remember
that no matter where i go
days will always have sun
and even if i change, i'll always have me
in the night there will always be moon,
yet no day or night can be complete
because i'll never find another you
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 12:24 PM UTC
in the waves
of your gaze
my ship
bursts into
dreams
as my mouth
watering for yours
fills me with
unease
endlessly
longing
to permeate
on your reverie
steam
to dim
the lights
of your sirenic
breeze
to undress
the complexity
of your mind
scheme
i solemnly live
to hear your name
that even the silences
scream
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 11:26 AM UTC
i show the sugar
of my smile
so you
don't
notice the
salt dripping
down my eyes
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 3:14 PM UTC
this intoxicating drink
is absurdly disgusting
yet tastes better
than watching you love her
so i rather sip on
this vision-blurring liquor,
in order to be unable
to look in the mirror
and realize
my eyes
will never shine like hers
my lips
will never kiss you as good
my body
will never feel as warm
as when you hold her
and my smile
will never be a smile
because i won't smile
as long as i watch you love her
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 2:40 PM UTC
when a heart breaks
it breaks open,
open for you
to look inside
take a handful
and taste it
smell it
hear it
embrace it
because only when hearts break
is when we really know what's inside of us
and what makes us so vulnerable to this deadly feeling
Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 5:11 PM UTC
it's funny how
my most hopeless wish
was to achieve what your cigarettes did
simply to touch your lips
and a cigarette i became
you lit me up
you tasted me
you got your buzz
you stepped on me
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 2:19 PM UTC