You play hard
to get, and I...don't play fetch.

To want to speak. And not to know how.

To feel. And not to know what.

To be dead, and breathing; somehow.

I have
woven you
into metaphors
and similes.

You are
embroidered
on the fabric of
my heart.

Like the
earth yearns
for the rain. As if a drop
could quench
this ocean of flames;
the Sahara burns,
but it burns in vain.

Like the moon
longs for the sea...
his gentle touch,
a soothing breeze.

But the moon
could try as she might;
the sea remains distant,
a love out of sight.

She holds the
moon in her eyes.
His eyes hold
the sea.

Her beauty enchanting;
casually, she'd make
him cry if she
pleased.

Witches worship her aura.
Wolves bowl, howling.

She knows she is magic.

"You speak
    to me as if
       you're
            afraid
    we'll fall
               in love"

Strange,

how I crave love
and deny it too.

Why the flowers
start to wilt the moment
they start to bloom.

How the warmth
of a fire in winter and the pain
of getting burned remind
me of you.

Galaxies
swirl In the infinity
of your embrace.

Your kiss,
like a comet's tail,
leaves stardust on
my soul.

Our lips collide in
a celestial ballet—a dance
of tongues,

a rythem that
our hearts control.

You are
so full of light.

The ones
that fail to see
your sparkle can close
their eyes.

A moment in a
lifetime.
you placed your
hand in mine.

For once I got a
glimpse,
"souls intertwine"

And if we touched
our lips?
Put a pause on time.

The apocalypse.
Your tongue dancing,
on mine.

And there I was;

alone again.

But it didn't bother me anymore. My heart had become a harbor for ghosts.

Standing amidst
bullets blazing.

They never quite
see just how much
their words affect me

The light knows me; however, in bits and in pieces. The darkness knows me well.

It pours,
when it rains.

Drunk on
thoughts of you,
driving down memory
lane.

Where do
all those unexpressed
emotions go?

Do they die,
or maybe they just wander
around inside?

Is my heart
a grave yard...Or a town
full of words yearning
to be heard?

Maybe that's the point of it all.

Maybe we have to fall,
and we have to
break, until we cannot
break anymore.

I guess you
like it when I'm
begging.

You thought
you'd always have
me at your
mercy.

Well you should
know;
even the strongest
feelings fade,
when taken for granted
and ignored.

He is everything
I'll never be;
enough and appealing.

I'm everything that
he isn't; broken and
entombed. Put away.

But becoming - blooming.

Hearts don't
break like glass.

Hearts break like cables;
they bend and they twist.

It hurts a lot before they snap.

The horizon...
   
  ..at that place where the sky meets the sea,
    you'll find me.

  I'll be there resting.
  
                   With my heart
                                in my lap.

You gave back only a fraction of what I gave. Leaving me to wonder where all the other pieces went.

And I gave you all of me.

Words meant for you, I told someone else.

When I should be in your arms, I find myself lying some place else.

..and now we are just rolling the dice. Stripping our souls naked for nothing, but flimsy feelings of love.

..but life happens, and
            promises don't matter.

Later we learn,

         that bottles break; and
         those pieces can
         shatter...

                               further.

She drunk his sweet
words like poison;
She knew they would **** her eventually.

She wore his
compliments like bait luring
the demons. She knew they were coming.

But if
you chased
my demons away,
what am I
really
left with?

Angels
don't know what
it's like to
be an outcast.

Maybe something I don't know about happened in the past.

Perhaps someone took away my heart.

Or is it just me?
Because everyone I meet makes me feel like I'm just so hard to love.

And now...they find it odd, that I like it so much in the dark.

...you will forget that you forgot. Then tears start to fall.

They will tell you different. But real pain, never really goes away. It is just latent.

I have myself to blame.
Every "stop sign" I knocked down is a witness.

She said,
"I love the hardest.
My love can hit you
hard like a train."

He said,
"it's okay, I can take it."

"And my soul has
a certain darkness,
it will sometimes drive you insane. Poison you,
like kryptonite does Superman."

He said,
"it's okay, you can
be my weakness."

...and this is what you've taught me; how to love someone deeply, and not want them close.

So this is what you've done. You kept me warm: and now I know to feel the cold.

Its really hard to escape,
When the thing you're running from is yourself.

I had to stop.

Because what else
is left to give,

when you
give it all you got?

You loved me like they do in the movies.
Perhaps thats the reason why it ended.

Love falls like snow.
It's beautiful but it's cold.

I'll craft you poems
every chance
that I get,
strip your soul bare,
entwine it's
essence — adorn you with words.

In novels, women ruled,
queens in pages revealed.
Girls grew in ink's embrace,
forever kids — time concealed.

your eyes delve, pages
turned, tales unfurl;
novels well-read.

drunk on love, mind
stagers — your tale unfolds.
I'll pen your chapters,
paint your
canvas — stories untold.

as you read, worlds
entangle — your narrative
defined,
the lines, your story shall
wrangle.

In ink's embrace,
forever you'll be, a character
in poems,
written by me.

Heart on my sleeve. My soul on a leash.