I stood in the sun
and thought of you
and of my junebug heart.
It clings on, unshakable,
even after it’s death.

And you like that about me,
my junebug heart that is.
You think you have one too.
I know that you don’t.
Yours is fleeting.

I know and treasure the love you hold for me
And my heart beats back to yours
How thrilling to peruse the pages of ecstasy
That your heart writes
And mine adores

I read living lines that pierce my waking heart
Upon each lovely page I see
Each word justly claims myself to be a part
Of you
As you are, of me

Because I know you love me unquestionably
And my heart beats back to yours
I continue reading these lines with glee
That your heart writes
And mine adores

Such powerful writing a heart can display
When a heart beats back in return
How thrilling to peruse these pages each day
Watch love growing
As they turn

Feeling numb
Hollowed out
Tired of not knowing
Who I am
These past couple of days
I have been in a bubble
I have friends to talk to
I go places
I see beauty
Just that I don’t feel
I’m tired of myself

I went back home last weekend.
It wasn’t the same.
All my friends were gone.
It was better to just leave the memories
And move on.
I think I needed that moment,
To realize there’s nothing left there.

Nothing left?

Except my favorite memories.
Everyone who made them with me
Is not going to be there later in life though.
I want a new place.

I need a new environment
New people, new ideas, new trees
New stars, everything
Just want to be at a place to start creating
I can start right now
Or tomorrow

It’s all bittersweet
Makes you want to cry a little and smile.

Can I come to you as I am,
in secret-
brimming with the need to be held?
Can I lay hot whispers on your skin
then taste how they make you feel?
Can I show you how to touch me,
how hard to press?
If I cry
can I hide salty tears
in the soft curve of your neck?
Can I bite, ever so gently,
before I scream?
Can I be your lover,
without you loving me?
Can I, please?