I love you
only in ways
I am allowed to.

I admire you
only from afar,
where I cannot touch you.

I dream of you
only in the deepest of nights,
an unconscious rendezvous.

I wish for you
only in silence,
not one desire, untrue.

I love you
only in the dark,
‘cause under the sunlight,
I’d be reminded of your
watermark—

you are not mine,
though I am yours.

I love you
alone
it is the only love
I’ve ever known.

I wish I hadn't known love like this.
I wish I hadn't known this pain.
I wish somebody had warned me that this thing I felt for him was not exactly what he had, to give back.
I wish somebody had stopped me from giving it my all.
I wish somebody had smothered me rather than see me fall in love.
I wish.

If you were a book,
I'd read you again.

If you were a ride,
I'd wait in line.

If you were my dream,
I'd never awaken.

If you were a star,
I'd never look down.

If you were a flower,
I'd never look up.

If you were mine,
I don't know what I'd do;
But I'd do it.

Have I told you
how much coins I saved
for wishes made on wishing well?
And there is no falling star I crave,
for you are my wish, and you are real.

Have I told you
how butterflies play in me
when I hear from you the words I lost?
And fireworks explode inside me
as our lips touched while eyes closed.

Have I told you
that your voice is a lullaby?
I learned to dream as you watch me sleep.
But your silence hums goodbye,
I seem to lose what I'm trying to keep.

Have I told you
how I carved your name on my mind?
It's what I always say, I always write.
And your body is painted on my skin,
as you let go from holding me tight.

Have I told you
that in each chapter, in each page of my story
are feelings anew?
And I have turned you into a poetry,
behind each line, each word, is you.

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I guess I haven't.
I guess I won't have the chance to.

It was almost like love,
Almost like your hand fits in my hand perfectly can I call you mine?
No.
It was almost like you’re the one I can phone at 3 a.m,
When the thoughts are bad and the darkness is thick
And I am drowning.
It was almost like drowning
Because your eyes
Are blue like waves that won’t stop breaking over my
Head, they leave my lungs unable to fill with anything that is not
Salt water which is what your skin tastes like.
It was almost like midnight making love and memories
Under stars that were too far away and you;
You are too far away. Too far gone. Too far
Too far from me.
It was almost like love
Almost like unearthly bond
Almost like you are one reality and I am another
But we do not mix so it is always only
Almost
And that’s what hurts the most.