Nothing is ever
as it seems - people leave and
you can't do a thing.

©  2017 José

All we are, are just
broken hearts in broken shells
in a living hell.

©  2017 José

I opened the door,
showed you my entire world and
let you destroy me.

©  2017 José

At the edge of Summer,
The wind was frigid the night we met.

It was never my intent to hurt myself,
falling that hard for you.

Your eyes set to ****,
a smile so irresistible.

Why did you cast your charm on me?
Had me feeling emotions I never knew possible?

Opened myself up like a wondrous map,
only to get knocked down.

Destroyed beyond comprehension,
beyond economical repair.

I've not a regret - I can't possibly forget,
I only wish I guarded myself that much more.

You were an inferno,
and I was mercilessly burned by you.

©  2017 José

She loves Korean cuisine,
and anything lathered with cheese.

It takes an age to get her makeup on,
but it's well worth the patience.

Secluded tables at Starbucks,
with laptops on YouTube - surfing.

She adores floral collared button-ups,
and understated slip-on sneakers.

She doesn't have a favorite colour,
she's beautifully indecisive like that.

Sometimes rompers, skater-dresses,
and tanned leather wedges.

Forehead kisses and cuddles on the couch,
denounce your love for her and vouch.

Open the doors for her, smile,
and kiss her hand whilst you rack up the miles.

Spend late nights on Skype,
indulging in the internet's hype.

She loves to sleep-in when schedule permits,
play console games and watch trending flicks.

Don't forget to bid her goodnight,
Kiss her cheek and hug her tight.

Gaze into her beautiful eyes,
which bears more stars than the skies.

Promise me that you'll treat her swell,
and I will wish you well.

©  2017 José

She taught me what true compassion felt like,
showed me avenues of life I never knew existed,
feelings that I never thought possible.

She gave me a glimpse into something so undeniable,
yet, at the same time, surreal beyond comprehension
- nothing was impossible wherever she existed.

She gave me a taste of forever,
a peek into the window of her soul,
and serendipity from her lips.

With her, I was a lion with the largest mane,
the first man on the moon,
the pickaxe that first struck gold in California.

Higher than high - cannabis had nothing on this,
the way her eyes glittered is something I'll miss.

She showed me what eternity could've been like,
and left devastation in her wake.

©  2017 José