our love doesn’t exist.
but i can tell you about our love.

our love is like gold dust in a miner’s pan,
soft and glimmering, sparkes lost in the world,
thrown haphazardly across the sky.

our love is warm like a summer evening and gentle like the cool breeze you feel when you
fly on playground swings.

our love is that pent-up feeling before a rainstorm,
charged air and a sense of something to come.

our love is like the rainstorm,
soft and loud and enriching.
it’s in the air i breathe, and i’d breathe it all the time.

our love is like blueberries in a red wagon
-aesthetic, cold and sweet.
i taste every time i encounter you.

our love is the curious look on girl’s face,
awkward and longing to know,
to accept this feeling.

the feeling that doesn’t exist.

Kiss me under thousands of suns
Kiss me on rooftops music loud
Kiss me in the light of the morning
And in the moonlight under a rain cloud

How can't I write a poem about you?
If everytime your metaphoric words sends tingle to my spine
And tickles my heart in every rhyme in your line

How can't I write a poem about you?
Knowing that I am your subject and muse
And seeing myself in your piece is an enough excuse

How can't I write a poem about you?
If the title seems talks about you and me
And the beginning was enough to make me feel giddy

So, how can't I write a poem about you?
If everything in this piece is made by your hand and fingers
And every word in my mind still lingers

But, how can't I write a poem about you?
If the ending seems a little bit messy
And I saw that you changed the muse into somebody.

i looked at the moon tonight
until i felt insignificant
and so my problems felt insignificant
and i will do it again tomorrow night

If love is an ocean, then I am the floor underneath it
Pressed down upon by miles of heavy sand and
the water that makes me drown

If love is a home, I am the ground beneath it
Too closed off to be nothing but imbedded in concrete

If love is California, then I am New York
Too far to be seen and two things that will never touch

If love is a well, I am the bottom of it
Too hidden in dark water that everyone drinks and chokes on

If love is this life, then I am barely living
Too much pain to feel alive
Too much feeling to feel different

If love is you, then I am me
Too much to be
Just too much

If love is a home, I am the ground beneath it

If love is a well, I am the bottom of it

If love is this life, then I am barely living

If love is an ocean, I am drowning in it

i want all of the hate
i have for my body
to seep out of every hole

until there is nothing left
but my hollow self
to fill with only

s e l f     l ov e

his skin like the pale
white hospital room walls
my soul like the
patient they're dying to save