Your pupils collided, in crescent moon
Venus and Jupiter approaching swoon
Spiral of rings extend toward the Earth
Dancing upon your laughter and mirth

Lovers sway in light of distant planets
Built solid on base made from granite
Together a joy and beauty past slight
Two becoming one that stardust night

Poetry
Became the voice
Of things
that could never
be spoken

Poetry
Gave reason
To what is
unfathomable
and unimaginable

Poetry
Fueled the desire
to incorporate love
Into the world
of literature

Poetry
Told stories
Of thoughts
That only
speak of love

But
It is also because
of poetry
How she came
to understand
What is suffering
*and how sorrow feels like

That one mistake
Cannot be easily forgotten
It trapped me
In the misery of regret
Making me unleash,
something buried deep within

Confused on who is to blame
Is it I?
who did nothing
to prevent things from occurring
Or you?
Who led me
Into the midst of darkness

Get ready and brace yourselves
Because the beast
has woken up from its lair
Ready to swallow its prey
Stronger, quicker and hungrier than *ever

I'm avoiding you because I feel like I'm starting to like you. All I wanted to do was talk to you for hours and think about you. And I don't like that. I don't want to like you.

I don't want to like you because you distract me. I prefer talking to you than to do my assignments. I prefer staying as late as 4 am just so I could talk to you-- even if i had to wake up at 6 in the morning for college.

I don't want to like you because every time I eat food I always think about you-- how you like bananas and black rice and sausage and basically everything. Or that every time you have your dinner and it's sleeping time for me already. Yet I have to stay awake just so I could know what you are eating.

I don't want to like you because you talk a lot about girls or anyone from your past, I hate it. At first I tried to deny it. Simply because I wanted to be a good friend to you by listening to your endless rants-- endless rants about girls from all over the world.

I don't want to like you because you don't go to school. I love the idea that you grow by exploring the world-- but at the same time I happen to dislike you for not valuing education as much as I do.

I don't want to like you because all you do is drink in bars and get high at times. I know it's part of your culture, but I am different from you and I hate it. I hate that I don't drink a lot or that I haven't experienced getting high. I hate that I don't kiss spontaneously with someone in public and have never experienced genuine love with someone-- like you did, few months ago.

I'm not like you. I'm not as fun as you are. You are cool, spontaneous, funny and always filled with adrenaline. I find that terrifying.

I have to stop liking you because I can't handle the two possibilities that might happen when you read this. I don't want to be rejected by you, nor to pursue this friendship any further. I know I'm not ready yet.

*All I know is that I like you and I have to stop it.