The thing that makes me the happiest human in the world is truly making you smile
Seeing you laugh and turn pink whenever I plant the softest kiss on your nose and cheeks
or kiss your lips with a silly fish face just fills me with the greatest gratitude to the universe
for giving me the sweetest love I've ever knew

you are honey and
I
am a fleshy corpse
burning
away in the sun

i told myself i wouldn't think
so that led to dreams instead

strip away rationality, succumb
to true desire mentally and then
maybe, somehow, manage to be
happily abstaining from asking
any questions pertaining to the
things your heart knows are out of place

i felt my arms around your waist
& your cheek slightly graze my neck
i felt it
i don't know how you feel

the unrecognized pathway,
potential energy set to explode in sure
romance, was cut down in its war stance
it never had a chance

but the spirit of it lives on and
it is a very haunting thing
to see those wants and needs
crystalize in dreams

i told myself i wouldn't think
i've done too much, i confess

& i convinced myself i didn't love
which now has led me to obsess

flashes of your smile
I'm growing less bitter
this familiar mile
is now littered with her

I don't know how
to kiss your lips
I need it now at a
moment like this

I need your beauty
beside me
I need to erase
my shame

a windchill a
sun beam
there saying
my name

nature is green
with envy of thee
the falling leaves
are of my own body

in tow of
the spirit that
has now
known yours

found hidden beaches
felt the snow storms

I'm willing to learn the
things you want me to

if that's now what it
takes to get
to you

I've since learned new
things, though my
pride still burns

it's with unfamiliar
brightness that
my heart now
yearns

do not date a girl
who writes.
she will internalize
everything,
carve poems
into your eyelashes
instead of
kissing them,

she will analyze you,
calculate age
from the rings
your coffee cup
leaves
instead of refilling it.

she will memorize
the way your
lips curl around steam,
but not that you
take it
two sugars,
no cream.

she will read your
palm instead of
holding it
against her chest.

she will not
blink
when you leave,
because she is
already
romanticizing it.

Sharing is not always caring;
     You don't want to share STDs with anyone.

i still very much feel last night
it was eternity experienced
through complete aural bliss

the day held slight forbearance
amidst it's mists, in no way
could i anticipate such as this

killed, buried, resurrected and
reborn in the lights and pageantry
i saw the angels, i heard them sing

i shuddered, i shivered as i tried
to catch the wayward glance of
the true goddess of wavelengths

the true queen of song, of dreams,
of energy, of life, of experience,
the meaning of a supreme being

there is no other tune but the humming
of my being, elated for once, set to drift
beckoned to float about the world now

my mind will struggle to comprehend
the catharsis that ended when your light and the stage fell empty and dark

but i will never forget how truly alive
i felt in the presence of such incredible
wonder as i did that vibrating night