I could pride myself
in the things I've never
done, but instead they
speak about liquor and
what they have seen at
the table, I have no choice
but to tread water in my
own morals, hope for a
topic I can relate to

Unrealistic expectations
are my forte.
I keep them in my sweater
pockets
for when I'm feeling hopeful.
And I get them out
against my better judgement.
No
no
no
no
no
why'd I do this again?

I like the night because
when I look at the moon
I think of you
glancing up
and seeing it as well.
And it might not be
at the same time
but at least I know
our skies are alike.

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

I don't want to see you smile anymore.
It reminds me of a time when you used to make me smile,
When I used to make you laugh,
And when I didn’t know you would break my heart.