I find myself
Visualizing your glasses
When he removes his.

I imagine his crooked tooth
When I see yours
Impeccably aligned.

I learned a new word today,
Cafuné,
Translates
To the act of tenderly running one's finger through someone's hair.

I grew fond of the act
Long before
Getting hold of the word.

I know not whose I prefer
Now his I adore
But as much as I do yours.

This is a *******
Torn by emotions
We have history, we share chemistry
I love you
Though I love him too
Cannot think of him
Without thinking of you

This is a *******
I have come to loathe
But the truth is
I belong to both.

I look up at the stars that had once brought us together
And I am thankful they tore us apart

We danced toward
each other's wounds

with gentle step
and touched inside

and now the bleeding
has resumed

and all this blood
is hard to hide.

poetry
frees the soul
that
give us
wings of gold
and
the
words that we hold
if the eyes
never sleep

The way he talks reminds me
Of the Ocean
Because its so in
*Depth

Wake up with me.
With messy hair
and sleepy eyes.
Morning breath
and all.

Flash that tilted smile
towards me at 8am,
so I can start my day off
just right.

Fall into my arms
and I'll hate the fact
that moments from now,
I'll have to let you go.
But I promise you,
I will love every second
up until that point.

So with cold hands,
and sloppy kisses.
Chapped lips
and all,
wake up with me.

-k.w// Wake Up

In your eyes, I see the luster of the stars
And the loneliness of the moon.

I was frantically searching
for you and I.
But
what my ignorance
failed to notice
was that you were right in my hand,
and
in my mad search for myself
I dropped you
and lost us forever.