I want to be alone,
alone with you.
What's wrong with me?

we do not write poetry
we write mirrors
which are held up
to curious faces
who read
looking for their
own reflections

Neither
Of us
Makes
An effort

But
We’re both
Ok
With it

I’m so sick of hurting myself
Why did you have to make yourself out to be the good guy

A woman's heart is deeper than an ocean...
And as rich as the seven seas...
For it is an infinite supply of inspiration and feelings...
The real bounty is at the bottom of that ocean...
If you manage to get there...
You will have found the treasure of happiness...
Once you do that...
Don't let go of it...
It can be the treasure of your life...
Start by sailing on the universe of her eyes...
Until you reach the ocean of her heart..