I'm tired.
I lost my ego.
I want to smoke—
but you never liked the smell.
I can't stop thinking about you.
Just me and myself.
I dream of your hands,
and I smell your perfume.
I try to numb it, but it consumes me,
as my emotions flow down my eyes
and my cheeks turn red.
I miss your touch.
I crave your bed.

Tell me your pains—I want to know.
Show me your dreams—I want to go.
Take me to your sanctuary.
Show me our love—extraordinary.
My soul begs for yours.
I still wait for you at my door.

Did you go to church? Did you sing? Did you eat?
Did my voice make you miss me?
Did the sun caress your face as my hands once did?

I feel so human...
So vulnerable, and cold.
I want to lie down and tell you I'm getting old.
I miss talking to you, I miss kissing you in the morning.
I keep traveling between then and now,
Confessing our vows to my pillows somehow.
I keep where you laid immaculate—
Just a shadow, my love, where you once breathed.

I'm going around in echoes,
Traveling songs and next codes.
Between my fingers, mistakes light up in flames.
I keep my room blurred so I won't remember your smell.
I dry my eyes with smoke so they won’t swell.

I write poems with no order—
Rhymes are a second thought.
I want to call you so bad, but you asked me not to...
So I fought.
I win and lose arguments with my keyboard;
It keeps typing messages I can’t send.
What do I do with this love that won’t mend?

She asked for space...
And it's hard to cope.
Like something is missing,
Like dreams you never told.
I feel like a river with no sea,
A fruit without a tree.
I want to call, to message, to go—
I wonder if you miss my bed, or if you're cold.
I want to explode.
And I want to play music.
I need to crash, to disappear, to smoke, to dream.
I feel like a painting no one has seen,
I feel like a night without sin.
I miss your moon in my eclipse—
Your smell, your eyes, your lips.
I toss and turn; my room feels angry,
Like it misses your voice, your thoughts, your envy.
But you asked for silence, and I shall give,
Even if I burn.
I yearn.
I miss.

You chose to be alone for now,
And that is okay.
You decided to remove yourself from the question.
You’ve chosen to push me away.
But I can't stop loving you...
I will survive, even if the sky loses its colors and the ocean its waves.
I will survive if the warmth never touches me again,
If my June turns into May,
Even if your touch on me never rains.
I bleed in verses.
I **** parts of my soul.
I hurt what I cared for the most.
...
Do you still read my poems in the morning, even when we don’t talk?
Do you still wonder if I dreamed about you at night?
Do you miss when we used to smile, looking into each other's eyes?
In your decision to be alone—do you miss us?
And if you do...
I’m here—to love, to kiss, to burn, to be.
We are yet to conquer, to travel, to see.
Soulmates—to envy, to become, to grow, to build a family tree.
Lovers of old—to achieve, to help... meant to be.

If I asked you not to open your eyes before I counted to ten...
If I told you I can still remember the smell of your hand...
If I conquered all there is to see in your name...
If I changed the movement of galaxies just to have one more night...
If I admitted that I would trade eternity’s gentle touch for one more kiss of your love...
If I showed you the first live in our past I fell in love with you...
If I revealed the depth of my devotion...
If I showed you how far I would go...
If I waited a thousand years...
If I could only...

If...
No more ifs.
I love you.

Loving you is like touching the sun—
It’s rage, it’s fire, it’s sadness, it’s fun.
I love you whole, with nothing to trim—
It’s heaven, it’s mercy, my favorite sin.
Touching your skin is my addiction—
It’s glory, it’s sweet, it’s lovers’ friction.
Looking into your eyes is extraordinary—
It’s the Big Bang, expansion, my sanctuary.

Loving you is redemption…

It’s me, more than being me.
It’s rhyming more than verses can be.
It’s traveling without ever touching the sea.
Loving you is what love is supposed to be.

I cross the street and see you on both sides.
I dream with you in all my days and nights.
I write poems... you makes them rhyme.
I dance in silence... you are the beat in my mind.

In all the sounds I can always hear you voice.
Because in all my lives you are my choice.