You shattered your self, once a mirror now a million shards spreaded across the world.

I would spend life times collecting the pieces to put you back together, even if it means losing myself.

#poetry.      By Christian Campos

I just had a thought in my head-
"The art of the sonnet's not dead!
And to prove that it's true
I'll write one for you!"
...But then I wrote a limerick instead.

I don't know to
what am I scared of,
Is it on the pain after
this last cry,
or on the no-more 'hello'
after this 'goodbye'?

The way you make my heart race
The way you open up my eyes
The way my face lights up at the very sight of yours

Thinking about you keeps me up at night
Just like caffeine rushing through my system

In a 5 am wonder
A nicotine dawn
A black coffee haze
And a slow song start
I think about you
Possibly thinking about me

winter nights,
couch days.
sweater, socks and
no pants.
coffee with half a spoon sugar,
some days i like the bitter and the cold in the chaos.

Cinnamon aroma
    Warmed fingertips.
Approach eager lips
     A gentle sip.

Eyes close
      A blissful smile.
Deep breath...     In
     Exhale...     Out.


Mind replays
      The joy of last night.
As My Love
     Enters the room.
          

Good
               Morning
                                    Darling


More Coffee?

I don’t want to be the girl of your dreams. I don’t want you to put me on a pedestal because we all know pedestals crumble and break under pressure. I don’t want you to think of me as someone who’s out of your league. I don’t want to be the girl you secretly admire when you can’t muster enough courage to say it out loud. I don’t want you to think of me as the one who got away when in the first place, you never got a hold of me. I’m not going anywhere and this is going nowhere. I just want to be the girl you think of years from now when your hair is already gray, when your eyes are tired and you’re stirring your morning coffee, thinking that you should’ve poured less creamer in order to resemble my dark brown eyes.