that i've been reading your poetry
(on the new front page)
and,

I ******* love
your words; your worlds;
it's like i'm,
    there. right there,
with you.

you see, i didn't do what you do--
         write my story aloud
--when i was fifteen, or even twenty-two

just an inch off the ground
                        i confided in clouds
stayed lost (was a puff too proud)

that was then, sure, but even today
   (it's 11:11, now)
putting any of it down
committing to this word, not that
this sentiment,
      not that
this meaning
       (and not simultaneously that)
              is walking through fire

and so, for leading the way
           let me just say,
                       i love you

and please,
don't ever stop.

I searched and searched,
In the four corners of his heart,
Deep in his ocean blue eyes,
On his firm lips,
Perhaps in his hug,
It was nowhere.
I rechecked,
Maybe on the bed we share,
Between the sheets,
Amongst the pillows ,
We hurled at each other with love.
It was nowhere,
His love for me had vanished,
Gone to another woman,
For me was left anger and regret.
I let him go,
I fell apart,
I learned to put the pieces of my heart together,
And when it was whole,
That was the most beautiful moment.