ＯＮＥ:
we were so silent
yet the sound of
our shaking hands
and our eager hearts
filled the air like
the noise of
screaming infants

we were so young,
so innocent and
we just wanted
to break the silence

ＴＷＯ:
a year passed,
and the silence
got more comfortable

it was like
a blanket wrapped
around our
icicle arms

and i loved
this form
of quiet

it was the kind
of silence that
did not make
you crave
for sound

in that moment,
i felt deaf of
earthly noise

and all we
wanted was
to stay wrapped
around each
other's silence

ＴＨＲＥＥ:
and i don't know
when the silence
started to become
painful like a
knife with no handle
that I've been
holding on
too tightly

the feeling
spread from
my fingertips
into the nerves
that scattered
my body and
into my chest
which it deemed
permanent residence

and i can't
blame you
because i know
i hurt you too

we couldn't say
anything because
we gave ourselves
two choices:
speak a war
or let our words
die in our tongues

we chose the latter

we didn't know
what we wanted    

i don't know
what i want      

and we were
so silent

and silent
we remained

Let me be your cartographer
The first and last explorer
To map your curves

Let me paint sunsets
Across your body
With the colors of love

Let me be your companion
I'd travel the world with you
To watch it take your breath away

You're my summer crush
Sweet romance
That never existed

i
There's a boy I've seen
He's keeping me awake
But leaving me alone
We never spoke, not really,
And yet my thoughts
All lead to him.

ii
He's not much of a man
Looks just like a boy
He's got a cherub's face
And laughter just like wind
Still, he's big enough
To make me feel small.

iii
He wears this dumb beanie
In the middle of august
But it draws my eyes back,
Time and again
His sweet hair falls in his eyes
But his grin pierces through.

iv
I guess I like him for his charm
And the easy way his fingertips
Glide across a keyboard
Maybe it's the nerdy shirt
That first caught my eye
But his smile pulled me in.

v
I don't know why I'm so obsessed
It's not like we're even friends
I have no excuse for feeling badly
When I never even tried
Anyhow, it matters naught
I'll never see him again.

I'm over you, I'll say tonight
Over you, it's only half a lie,
But inside I'm only half alive

You must be my cellar door
Beautiful in sounding
Still, common in meaning
You may rewrite yourself
An abstract "Selladore",
But you'll never change
I've learned this at long last
And I'll write for you nevermore