I looked at you,  
as I often do,
and I could feel your gaze,  
a warmth so deep it wrapped around my soul.  
It wasn’t just a glance
it was the sun, beaming,  
breaking through every guarded corner of me.
I felt it- I really did
my heart pounding in time with yours
I swear, in that moment,  
my eyes weren’t just looking—  
they were spilling over,  
filled with tiny shards of my heart,
overflowing with everything I couldn’t say

I’ll never forget that look of pain—
stained in my mind,
like bleach on black cotton

The unbearable depth of your eyes
imparted that anguish
straight into my soul

sometimes i dream
im far far far away

out of this home

out of the red light

in a peaceful bubble

away from the scrutiny of religion

away from the decaying love within my home
the one that has been dead since i was 12

My words for you go beyond
any poem I could dream of writing

It’s frustrates me to encapsulate my thoughts and feelings for you
into few lettered words and expressions

How I feel for you goes beyond
anything I have felt in the past
& I hope it transforms with you in the future

I hope we grow eternally
I hope we become annoyingly in love
I hope people get sick of us
I hope we have a specific table in a restaurant that we always go to
I hope we have lifetimes of inside jokes
& I hope we hold hands even when we fight

I pray that the thin glass between us only becomes clearer but it just makes us more beautiful to each other

something inside me soothed when I met you
I can’t compare it to anything else

it was like my heart became malleable like clay softening

the ridges on my forehead settled

my nightmares turned into dreams

i started noticing flowers instead of rocks on my walks

days that felt cold began to feel warm

you brought warmth to my life. you didn’t erase my pain but like warm soup against a irritated throat, you soothed it. my pain was bearable because of you. It feels like I could face life because of you, an unmatched feeling.

they say the grass is always greener on the other side

I say, ‘while I think my side looks brown, I will water it till it’s green’

and that’s

that’s something I look forward to doing everyday

Dear Dead Poet,

One day I will be you. I think that’s beautiful to think or maybe it’s a silly human thought conceived to help us justify the inevitable ending we all face, that you already faced. Forgive me if I speak without grace but I have so much to learn from you & I wanted to let you know it. Dead poet, when reading your poem earlier you spoke on love. In death, do you feel it valuable or necessary to life or do we the living yearn for it to veil our misery? Do you have the answer? If there is a way, let your words return to me-though I know they never will.

Sincerely,
Living Poet