I watch your pupils waltz across the room
I feel the scatter of stars as your eyes catch mine
I smell your cologne as you pull me into your universe
I hear nothing but the breaths you take, that collide with my neck in embrace

I want nothing but your everything

I want you to capture my soul through my lips
I want you to feel the burn of my smile as you pull me with you
I want you to smell the musky rose I chose to wear for tonight
I want you to hear my every emotion when I say goodbye

Thank you for the dance.

I) Tell me about the beautiful boy you fell in love with. Tell me about how he bought you lilacs right before he broke your heart, and please don’t apologize for the ache in your chest each time you walk past the florist on Sunday mornings. I’m sorry you thought his eyes were your forever; I’m sorry you thought his arms were your only home.

II) Tell me about the way he spit out lies instead of kisses; and curse at the fact that he threw out all of your letters. I’m sorry about all those nights you spent etching pieces of your heart onto paper; I’m sorry you couldn't sleep for months after he told you that he loved her.

III) Tell me about how you’re getting better; talk endlessly about the fading lines on your wrists and tell me about how you've finally erased the acrid taste of his kisses. I’m sorry he will never be lucky enough to lose himself within the creases of your lips again.

IV) It’s been a year now my darling; and yesterday you told me you’re starting to see, that you’re the only home you’ll ever really need.

I saw you in abrupt thunderstorms. I have loved rainy days and you were in the curtain of raindrops that blurred the concept of pain, the sound of scattered glass and cold on metal. You were transient and the thought of a rainbow over the skies seemed almost intangible.

I saw you in the bitterness we both adored. Since you left, I have not bought another cup of espresso. I felt you in my guts and I have no idea why I spilled them all out for you. You were in the caffeine that kept me awake, but not quite. You were a coffee stain I couldn't scrub off my skin; I was a speck of dust that you effortlessly brushed away.

I saw you in the emptiness, in the weeks that followed your departure. I saw you in the door that I wasn't sure was half-closed or half-opened. I saw you in the winds that wouldn't stop howling your name. I saw you in flaking chains and rusting promises, that are about to be reduced to nothing. I saw you in a part of me- all the words that you have said imprinted on my skin and your electrifying touch that left burn marks ineligible.

Perhaps time and tide could wash away the grains of yesterdays- the ache receded and it's getting harder to cast a reflection of you on the waves that keeps crashing and breaking. Part of you will always be a part of me, that's what every one in your life becomes, and you are progressively buried deeper within me. As I see less of you each day, there is nothing else to get over now except for the mere idea of you.

you're a blazing flame
and i'm a gasoline

i've been burnt so much
just to keep in touch with you

and i'm gradually running out
of breaths to keep myself alive

so bear with me if i keep my distance
cause i dont wanna be left with burnt out soul

If you feel so much pain
If you feel you can't leave
If you feel hurt cuz of me
If you feel I'm sadness
If you feel and it's real

Just let me be
Just let me go
Just leave me alone
Just ignore me for good
Just do it for your own good

Poetry is my therapy
Poetry is my form of expression
Poetry is my hobby
Poetry is my thing
Poetry is something I'm into

I make music, I make poetry, I make art, I make education, I make improvisation, I make creativity, I make invention,

I make I create

Today I was walking
Away from the café
Of internet usage
Where one can't get a coffee
When I saw a good friend
Without his cancer ridden wife
Who is wheelchair bound

He gave a big smile to me
Of which I readily returned
Somehow though he'd shrunk
Not quite his normal self
As we neared, he told me
She had died the other day
In quite a quavery voice
My heart went out to him

I couldn't help but say
'Okay if I hug you'
I did so without awaiting a reply
He said 'You are making me cry'
As I am right now , writing this
But like him, it had to come out.

I want you to cleanse me with your pure love.

Would you ask me to take you back?