I saw that crinkle
in her eyes
When she smiles
with a smile
that is meant to
make me smile.

One day,
when we're alone
I will tell you
What I've felt, thought and endured
in those days when
we were with each other
but never together

One day,
when it will all be
too late.

From where I stand, I understand. What it feels like to feel something but not knowing what it is. It's just a feeling, but yet so compelling. It's somewhat disturbing, but I crave for this feeling.
This feeling is like a bird. It's there, perched on your mind, beautifully. The second you walked, closer, it flew away, and you don't get to choose your next meeting. It chooses you. So, you sat there, waiting. And waiting.

When they ask me what it is,
I will tell them,
It is a story of the Sun and the Moon.

Where the Sun and the Moon
does not meet ;
alone but together.

Where the Sun is big and the Moon ;
tiny
and the Sun shines on the Moon
lavishly

When they ask me what it is,
I will tell them,
You're my Sun
and I, the lesser Moon.

This girl who fears,
She fears what had happened,
what will, and what won't.

This girl who fears,
She looks at the rain, sees thunder,
Looks at the sun, sees fire.

This girl she carries,
Mountains the weight of her hair,
Her body wounded, with no scars.

This girl she resides,
With her companion, they called shadow,
Who eats up her light, and leave the poor girl hollow.,

I miss me. The old me when me was just me. There was no one else between me and myself. No one to hold me down, no relationships to ship me further apart from myself. Like America on the 4th of July, I was a sovereign entity, making rules for myself and following rules made by myself.

This is a letter,
Which I cannot write you.

Last night I had a dream of us in the mountains,
You showed me your arrows,
And I saw your window,
A glimpse of your life, which you never show.

That one brief moment,
When you let me into your life
And I saw the man that you are
Warm sweet and right.

I like that you smile,
I love that you love,
And I know that no doors would open for us,

Because I belong to him,
And you belong to her.
But the thing that we had
I could never describe.