A wild moon hangs in the sky, its errant beams piercing my eye.
The clouds obscure, but do not hide, the nature of the moon tonight.

as i lay here at night and look up at the stars
one shines brighter, is that who you are...
in my sleep i dream of you
can you feel me baby, do you dream of me too
in my dreams i see your face
my beautiful future, my warm embrace
i search in the sheets to feel your warmth
but i wake alone sad and small
through this haze and mist i long for you
for your love and presence it eludes this room
and in this bed alone i wake
my heart heavy with every breath i take
and so in this room which i must leave
i leave the bed where i did grieve
for when i return you will be there
just you and me in this room we share...

I want to drop you off a cliff
And turn you into hieroglyph
Accessorize you with a noose
This time I'll be Zeus
I'll burn you to ashes
Or would you rather hear splashes?
Drowning you wouldn't be too bad
What else should I add?

nothing like you and I
there is nothing like you and I
nothing is like you and me
me and you
there is nothing like us
we're not peas in a pod or
peanut butter and bread
or two heart beating in synchronization when the moon is full
there is nothing like us
and I think that is beautiful

i dont see
i dont feel
i dont taste anymore.

my eyes once untainted are
now swollen scabbed
by the cataracts
of love.

where once a delicate fawn
or a heart
lie,
there is nothing

but the spiders
and snakes beneath
earths life.
beneath the burning
forest fires and waterfall
valleys of love-
there-
there, i lie.

immune to everything
because i
can not
feel.

my finger tips once
danced the samba
of laughter and
ballet of courtship
among my lovers finest piece-
now numb to
it all by the callouses grown
by passion.

"i do not sense like before, skin"
what once was so nimble and fiery
now hums
and sighs-
sighs and settles

my tongue does not taste the savory
delicacies it once
knew,

my teeth do not sink into the fruit
and splatter the juice
licked up by my tongue.

no,
no i do not taste with this
desert sandpaper trap,
dull of flavor in my mouth
callouses of passion on my finger tips

cataracts of love in my eyes.

Before it became a crush,
we were family friends.
You slipped in and out of my parent's parties.
I saw you only in passing.
We were never introduced...

...formally, that is.
The first time I saw you out of my house
was that night.
The night we first spoke.
You comforted me and
cradled me in your arms.
I was with all my best friends,
but you and I seemed to fit so perfectly.
Some say we took those first steps too quickly.
It wasn't love right away, but I was
intrigued by you and your
sense of warmth.

After nights similar to the first,
I began to think of you a lot.
If a weekend would pass without you in it,
in me,
it was incomplete.
I yearned for your touch
and the way you made my skin prickle.
My lips tingle in the thought of you now.

At the beginning, it was simply fun with you.
Innocent fun with no repercussions.
That is when I learned to love you.
I loved how you didn't have a plan or sense of direction.
You were spontaneous.
I was insecure and fragile, looking for someone,
something,
just like you.
At first, you brought out the best in me,
showed me that when we were together,
I meant something,
and I will always thank you for that.

There were times when I questioned your worth.
Some nights you would engulf me,
take everything of me,
chew me up
and spit me back out.
You never threatened me, or hurt me.
I just loved you so much that I would do anything you said.
Maybe I was angry with you in the morning,
but I always forgave you the next time we were together.
Run up to you and hug you, and you would kiss me twice on each cheek.
Like you always had.
As if nothing had happened.
Somehow promising that tonight would be better.

From that first night to now,
our love affair has been consistent.
I always want you
and your smooth touch.
And even after every time you put me down.
You're always the one to pull me back up.
I've shared so many memories with you,
dark and messy nights,
poetic and spiritual ones too.
Every time I hear your name or
know that you are near,
my eyes widen.
I bite my lip and smile.
I get shaky and anticipate your arrival.

Some people love you superficially.
They are the ones who don't easily forgive.
But you know that I will always love you.
Some will try to tear us apart,
saying that you don't love me back.
That you can't.
They've tried and lost.
Even if I don't directly receive love in return,
the way you make me feel, and act, and cry,
lets me know that you do love me.
You are the only one who can hurt me
as much as you have,
and know that I will always run back into your arms.

This is a letter addressed to someone
Though I do not know their name
I hope that one day we will be together just the same.

This is a letter for my lover
One whom I do not know
I only wish I could put a face to this message that I wrote.

Nevertheless I think that I worry way too much
About things that don’t concern me, or at least not yet
But they itch and they scratch and annoy me, they are biting at my neck.

One day I will be man enough to face my problems, or at least I hope, and I do hope.
I hope that I will not have to face these giants alone.
That I will have someone to hold in the comfort of our home.

And although you are just a faceless, nameless person whom I have yet to meet,
I can’t wait until the day that I can actualize defeat,
And know that I can’t stand on my own two feet,
That I can’t sleep, drink or eat,
Without you.