Your gaze stays with me
as I reflect deeply
on our brief encounter,
nestled between setting sun
and break of dawn.

On the wings of lust
we burned away
the hours of night,
peeling back layers
of entrapped pain,
alive with pleasure

setting one or another free
in a sea of  love.

If you could agree,
Dear One,
to let that love,
as vast as the ocean,
like a wave
land upon my shores
again and again...

I would show you
How deep and far
these waters reach

In the past five years, you haven’t
stepped foot into a hospital. Unlike your best friend,
whose father had cancer, and unlike your grandmother,
who slipped and fell and broke her hip and
you were vacationing in Ecuador when all of this was happening,
unable to escape from the tropical rainforests to visit
the sick and dying.

Your friends tell you that you’re lucky,
that they’ve been to hospitals twelve times since their birth,
but at this point, anything would be more exciting than
coming home and falling asleep. Even your favorite TV show
can’t keep you awake anymore, and instead of being in surgery
or giving birth,
you curve your spine into a C shape while trying to finish homework
that will never truly be done.

But if you really cared about any of this, maybe you
would drive to the hospital, take a stroll down the maternity ward,
though suddenly you’d remember
that you don’t know how to drive
and maybe you’ll never get out of this place,
maybe this is all there will ever be.

'The butterflies you gave me
have found their way to get inside my head.
They keep pounding on my skull
with their delicate wings.
My own thoughts are being bitten,
failing to see all the colors they wear.
You gave me these poisoned butterflies,
did you even noticed to who you gave them?
They keep spinning around my brain,
whispering melanchonic words.
As I grow, they start to die,
death butterflies laying around my mind.
Others filling me with new colors to look upon
and beautiful sounds to listen to.
As I keep closing my eyes, I see those empty
butterflies, as lost memories just being there.
And I realized I always blamed you,
for leaving me with this sight.
But the blame was not on you, mother, I know.
You gave me these pretty butterflies not knowing you
were poisoned by the life you had to live.
And as I learned to accept the you is me,
I'll blame myself for hearing that echo of those
pounding wings some days still.'

With your bottom resting on me
you roam the world of poetry
display spectrum of your poetic mood
ever bothered about this piece of wood?

I hold your frame over day and night
weight of your spirit soaring to height
your struggle to find in all only good
ever bothered about this piece of wood?

I rest your arms on my armrest
for your comfort I do my best
see you don't fall when in deep brood
ever bothered about this piece of wood?

For years my touch has kept you at peace
carried you safe seated with ease
when empty yawns the space I stood
is it then you would realize worth of my wood?

They never tell you how much patience it takes
to get through the past wrongs and all of the mistakes
I just wanted a simple situation with nary bit of heinous
but they never tell you how it can be so dangerous
holding up the skies, crawling between the cracks,
if they ever try to lie, we'll fall on our backs ready for the attack,
but they never said being in a relationship can be so hard
because one day everything feels so real, and another it's a facade,
I've been kneeling in front of sculptures praying to a god
but all I ever get in return is a resounding nod, an empty gesture
And from all the times i look at it , I hate to be a pester
I'm too strong to walk away but I'm too weak to say goodbye
so please someone tell me what to do because nothing I do is ever right.

You keep doing this to me, on the daily,
I'd walk away if I knew you'd chase me
Because I know I can't ever let you go
Because once you go, you're gone
and there's not a single way to move on
so what am I holding onto
when you don't even know that i want you.
I need you,
scars bleed too
and my heart is hurting more than any scab or wounds
and I'm trying not to point fingers and put the blame on you
but I need to stop the bleeding
so please remind me that you still love me
so please remind me that I may be ugly
But no matter what you'll still always love me
because i seem to have forgotten
maybe my brain is just rotten...

But I love you
and I hope you love me too

When I grab scissors from my bedside table,
to draw patterns along the flesh of my thighs,
I try to imagine something beautiful.

I carve daisies and sunflowers into my skin,
like children carve pumpkins at Halloween,
and for a moment my body can bleed out the voices,
until they’re silent.

When I look at you,
I remember my last Summer.
When I spend a day in Rome,
that day was so hot,
I was wearing stripes tee and Adidas cap,
Not a cute outfit, I admit.
Under the Sun, I walked by the crowd.
it was Fontana di Trevi
throw your dimes into the fountain, they said.
one dime, then you will go back to Italy.
two dimes, then you will find your true love.
Well, I've been always a fan of this superstitious thing,
Whenever I find a wishing well, or anything that will grant you a wish,
I'm on it.
So I turned my back to the fountain, and I threw two dimes behind my shoulder.
All at once.

And this Autumn, *I have you.

I hope I never dance in a world
Where the sun doesn't say goodbye
By painting colors in the sky.
And my skin isn't my home.

I hope that I can forever feel
The ones I've loved
So our time doesn't feel rushed.
And I can see as far as my feet can take me.