"You could break my heart into tiny little pieces, and I'd still pick them up and put them back in your hands."

Last night I woke up
to cold sheets
on your side of the bed

I realized
I may never love someone
the way that
I love you
and that is okay,

that is okay,

that

is

okay.

Why do I crave
Your attention
This late at night
All I need
Is your breath
In mine
To stay alive

Can the entire ocean
all be swallowed by my eyes.
If I make it to the moon,
will I then feel left behind.
Is there an end to the world,
that is decided by time.
Will I see beauty so great,
that I truly must go blind.
At the end of the last road,
will at least all colors rhyme.
I fear the war will not stop,
these enemies in my mind.

I remember
sometimes

her voice would quiver

like paper lanterns
dancing in some
foreign nighttime glow

I fancy
sometimes

I knew that sweet tremble

at a tea ceremony table
beneath Chinese skies
many years before

it first caressed my ear