I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.

the universe has a
wonderfully sadistic
sense of humor

it brings to you
the unexpected at
inconvenient times

drags dead mice
onto the white
rug of your existence  

and looks up
at you with
innocent eyes

and all you can do
is clean the mess
and ignore the stain

You are a smooth
stone Warm
under a setting sun

Radiating a heat
that draws me in
to hold you

with a scent
that lingers
in my hair and

reminds me of
the comfort
that is you

A flash of light
and then the boom
Liquid warmth pouring
over tired eyelashes
dark stickiness
coating every inch
of tired skin
the throbbing pain
which only goes away
if you sit
and wait for
another injured soul
to come along and
share their bandages

I want to swim
    in lakes with you
      and stare at stars
        and climb up mountains
          and sleep in tents
             and play with bugs
               and wrestle in mud
                                               and
                                               also
                                             maybe
kiss you

You are silent
comfort and
koala bears

Wrapping human limbs
around tree limbs

Let's both melt
into this bark
so I can

feel your warmth and
forget about
my troubles

Is it bad that
I just looked at
a concerned looking
elderly person on
their phone and
expected them to
say *im here for the crack