"What is left if you
don’t want to live inside the
skin that makes you sick?”

God, there are so many things I want in life but they feel so out of reach, I feel so trapped in a cage that has no way of escape. I'm suffocating under the weight of this heartbreaking world that I don't know how to fix.

I see your face in everything
-- the reflection of a dripping wet window,
the whispering leaves on a mangrove tree
in the creases of my rustled bedsheets --
I see you in everything I cannot avoid.

Can we take it back
to the evening when the sky
was lit to the brightest hue
of reds and oranges
and lay on top of the roaring ocean
as we glided hand in hand
along the shoreline
even though we got soaked
together in the rolling tide?
Because I'd give anything in this world
to have just that evening back.

I see nothing but
galaxies and galaxies
locked deep in your eyes.

To write poetry
is to shatter the heart and
choose only one piece.

Remember that day
where we spent our time among the city
all the way until the evening
We played and we laughed and smiled
and we were happy –
the happiest we ever were

Because we burned with such a passion
that glowed with every step we took,
with our hearts on fire
as you spun me round and round

And all I could do was stare into your eyes;
those deep hazel eyes that are
forever burned in my soul

And that evening you left
with no reason at all
You only left the words
“see you soon”
Whenever that is

And the thing is
I knew you wouldn’t come back
And the thing is
no matter what
I would shine for you,
be your star

I want to guide you back home
back to me
Because that's all I can do for you;
I would burn for you.