Hoji-cha kisses
Warm, roasted, gentle
Melt frost from my nose
The tip of my nose
On this frozen night
With you

We stroll
Through silent snow
On ancient cobbled streets
Slushing through shadows
Thorny shadows
Cold and soft
But I'm warm
With you

Copyright © Lara B. a.k.a. Lalachan
January 2013

Julia, when thy Herrick dies,
Close thou up thy poet’s eyes;
And his last breath, let it be
Taken in by none but thee.

My feet are familiar with these circles,
And my chest reads vacancy once again.
Because It's empty space where my heart had been.
And I feel the pieces falling into the abyss that is me,
Your eyes don't let me breath...
Waiting was the game we played,
Breaking was the point It made...
If fixing it is really true,
I wont give up on loving you.

Why is it that I only write
When sorrow has arrived
All alone in the night
From the recesses of my mind
Why is that I cannot write
Of the love I frantically seek
So pure and beautiful
The kind that won't let you sleep
Why is that I write these words
In hope you'll soon comprehend
I only write poems like this
When my love is coming to an end

I'll *******,
If you want.
Cause I want it
Just as bad as you do.
But I also want to hear the rustle of the sheets
When you turn over in the middle of the night.
I want to feel your hot breath on my neck.
I want the stubble on your chin to graze my cheek
As you kiss me gently on the forehead.
And when I whisper "goodnight," you don't have to reply.
Just nudge me with your knee
Or poke me with your elbow.

you are the ugly sweater of this city
someone loved you once
back when you were new and sincere
and you got all stretched and worn
tossed in a box
donated
like your plasma
and you didn’t drink enough water
to ward off the pain
of how now the only love you can find
is in irony

and she calls you an ugly sweater

Another cigarette gone.
Right down to the filter.
My pain now is strong,
Are you wanting to **** her?

That girl you love,
And said you'd never abandon.
That's what this is.
That's what you've done.
I'm alone.
I'm abandoned.
You've lost my trust
and killed my love.

A carton down,
Am I trying to die?
I'm going to have a smokers cough.
For the rest of my life.
I'm nauseous,
I hate,
I'm abandoned.
And you're to blame.

I miss you
I love you
I want to know you're here.
But you're gone
You've left
And I'm stuck drowning in my tears.