I want peace
And simplicity.
I want passion
And adventure.
Understanding
And acceptance.
Of me from me
And you the same.
I want me
And you.
Together.
That is all.

stargazing
hot chocolate
music
christmas lights
autumn leaves
cuddling (in theory)
performing
long hugs
flowers
children in grocery stores begging for pop tarts
late night talks
the thought of you
the thought of us
seeing you from afar as I walk into school
Just you

The world wants to pull us apart
They want to rip the love from our hearts
They want to here our cries
Just as we begin to thrive

The world says we are too far
Because we don't have a car
But my love reaches across borders
It doesn't diminish with orders

You hold my thoughts
And I hold yours
To hard we have fought
just to close the doors

I love you 30 miles away
The same as 30 centimeters.

It's been 636 days
636 days
15,624 hours
915,840 minutes
Since I saw you last

636 days
Since your eyes met mine
And I giggled because I loved you
And you smiled because you knew
I sat on the swing set at the old park
You sat across from me
Those eyes of yours that knew me from the inside out

636 days
Since we said hello and later goodbye
But in between the conversation sparked
You in your beanie carrying your longboard
I in my old ragged boots carrying my hopes
You asked countless personal questions
I told you countless personal stories

636 days
Since the day I met you
And the day I lost you
Since they day I gave myself up to you and you gave up on me
Maybe it's rash to fall in love after a day
But I did and 636 days later I don't regret it
It may have been short and 'wrong'
But I still love you just the same
636 days later

I just want to feel
To feel someone's love for me
And not feel empty

His lips on my lips,
And his hands on my hips,
I'd say it was wrong,
But it feels like it fits,
Like it's right,
It feels nice,
And I enjoy him so much.
And he'd be great as my friend,
But he's so perfect to touch.
And I want him,
I crave him,
I think he is fine.
I would tell him so,
But he's not even mine.

Learning the way out.
in between feels like forever
you're darkyears away,
the antimatter
of vicarious personhood.

days crumble upside down
the pain had you butchered
only sparrows forget their stories in the sunset.

the mute carpets keep you company
still life with despair and an apple.
Jesus promised something
-undeciphered-
look at this fallen demigod
you’re a pile of fears
drying in the sun
and the night has no (w)holes to hide
a stuffed puppet
the true form -
unrecognized.

pain is almost a character
roaming inside
tramping blindly the remains of the day
making everything so sharp alive,
look
each cell  has a voice
and you can’t open your eyes:
no space, no name
just a rotten apple
left over from yesterday.
no one came on the mute carpets
and the silence holds on
like a ghost of the future

language gets killed
yet the heartbeats
march  on

it is not enough to know
how frail
one single gust of wind
could take you
away
your soft, tattered edges
cut paper thin lines
across my destination

I should probably box away your things
And burn the photos and my ring
But I'm having trouble determining

If this is really real.

I should probably delete your number too
So I don't find myself calling you
I've found I'm not sure what to do

Is this really real?

After your words are said and it's done
And your feelings have set along with the Sun
I'll step back from the battle you've clearly won

Wow, I guess it's real.

Please don't come back at your dismay
You don't get to choose when I leave and stay
This is your doing this was your way

One day YOU'LL wish it wasn't real.