I loved like nuclear power—  
all-consuming,  
all-expanding,  
all-eternal.

I can only love like this:  
part of my soul, despite my frizz.  
I travel and hunt,  
explore the pain in the heart and the kindness savant.

I donated all my lyricism; I gave her all my might.  
I loved her eyes and laugh;  
I destroyed futures for sight.

The truth, dear reader? It’s that I still love her—  
like a blind astronomer,  
like Prometheus and the starting ember.  
Because, for me,  
her whole eclipsed the entirety of her gender.

I crawl my walls,
Searching for a memory of you—
A lost echo,
A word of love, kind and true.

Do you remember our weekend?
Cold walls, stormy skies, a warm bed, our beach with no sand
Like we were young again,
Like the universe became sane,
Like all the chaos outside was in vain.

But that is the past…
I became a memory.
We will always have our weekend and the could havebeen.
Love outside of time,Broken records, forgiven sin.

I will always love you, until the seas go dry;
I will always wait for you to try.
I just wanted you to give a chance for me show how love can be done…
Maybe in the next one.

I'm Sorry
But I can't stay without being loved by you.
I'm sorry,
But I can't keep looking into your eyes without them looking back with love.
I'm sorry,
But I can't keep watching your lips speak words I can't kiss.
I'm sorry,
But I can't bear to feel your warmth without you warming my bed.

Loving you without being loved by you
Is the most painful thing,
The most beautiful thing,
The most incredible thing—
But I can't stop.

I will love you until the stars go dark,
Until the nebulas set sail.
I will love you until death gives me its mark—
Or I kiss you in a white veil.

I drowned in your eyes
Before I could teach you how to swim.
I left heaven
Before I could teach you how to ride a bike.

God knows I need you,
Like He needs the Devil.
But time will pass,
And the dust will settle.

I’m grateful I got to love you
Even the pain is worth it after diving into your soul.
Because our love is unique, eternal, and true.
And if you so decide, I will return... just as I once vowed.

And I will go to a faraway land,
Carrying the verses inspired by your eyes
And the memory of your scent.

I need to return to the real—
To know life again, and heal.
Maybe distance will do me some use,
Without my sky, my sea, my muse.

I feel naked in the storm of my brain,
As my poems escape with the water from my eyes,
Forever lost in the drain…

My skin carries the stories foretold—
Symbols and dreams only we know,
Words touched by the tip of your soul,
Written in ink, scarred in red bold.

I wonder if the fountain misses the mouth,
I question if wind misses the rock it eroded,
If time misses the life it cut,
And if the sky remembers my scent.

All absurd, all bizarre—
And yet the verses haunt me, near and far.
If my love is seen as a chore,
Then there is no point in asking for more.

I challenge thy god and its unstoppable force,
For I have seen love travel and reverse time's course.
I’ve seen the power of the universe and the chains of culture—
I will love you today, in the past, and in the future.