she: what is it about me?
he: what do you mean?
she: me...?
he: uh...
she: what don't i have?
he: uh...
she: i'm overweight...
he: um...
she: i'm unattractive
he: what?...
she: i'm boring
he: no...
she: i'm dumb
he: uh, well....
she: i give up
he: well, i....
she: nope, that's it, i give up
he: oh, come on...
she: quit trying to talk me out of it
he: i was only...
she: i'm done, good bye
he: wait, what, where are you...
she: have a good life
          he:.....
he:....
he: what about dinner?

You come to me as the first rain
After a drought
Giving the peace to my soul.
Like the first snowflake
From the sky
Cold yet so beautifully crafted.
Like the wind
Harsh yet so soothing.
Like the smell of the soil
After a thunderstorm
Calming my heart.

But just like all of these
You too, never last.

And just like all of these
I love you
Very much.

‘Aren’t you afraid of my darkness, my dear?’ Hades asked with mischief in his eyes.
‘No.’ Persephone replied, ‘You haven’t seen mine yet.’

there are poetries

meant to be read,

there are poetries

meant to be spoken,

but all poetries

are meant to be felt.

of all the things i regret,
You will never be one of them.