In that moment, your skin was perfect
Just like the rest of you.
Soft, gentle, pure...
How could I resist?

Here, now, I can see
Our time had a taste like Arabica.
Short, bittersweet, with notes of hazelnut.
But in that instant,
That eternal moment,
There was not one drop of coffee
On your lips.

Because you were the first girl
I almost kissed.
And you were the first girl
I wrote poems about.

I know they didn't rhyme, but
It was the best I could do.
Y'know, poetry was kinda new
To me. But I wrote it for you.

Better?

I loved you
But you didn't feel the same way.
I hated you for that.

breath is light and beautiful magic
and we are as gods

I’m not much of a poet.
I’m not much of a poet because
Whenever I speak my words, they come tumbling out
Like some amateur circus
I’m not much of a poet because
When I write, it all sounds better in my head.
And I’m not much of a poet because
When I see a rose, that’s all I see
A simple little flower.
I don’t get inspired.
But when I look at you,
When I look at you I see so much more than just a girl.
You inspire me.
I’m not much of a poet but
When I think of you the words they come rushing out
I cannot keep them from escaping my fingertips and
Keating said language was meant to woo
And I don’t know if that’s a lie but
One thing I know is true
Lately, it seems all my language is for you.
When we’re together, I see everything anew, and
I guess that’s just to say
You’ve changed my worldview.