Spreading seeds of love,
With unconditional amount of faith,
She grows butterflies,
And roses in mind,
For she knows,
Even in the darkest hour,
The flowers still bloom.

loving you is the most exhausting thing i've ever come to know
not because the feelings aren't mutual, simply because you are unaware
the constant curiosity of what you think
do you think i'm broken? do you think i'm naive?
my lack of confidence and your stock of mystery is what keeps me going
maybe this is a game i don't want to end, maybe i want to admire you from a distance, like the way some look at the sea
my tendencies are starting to go out of control
i've counted the freckles on your nose and i know that you tap your fingers when you are at a loss for words
i come up with these scenarios
these drawn out stories
the ones where nothing else matters except for us
notice me
touch me
love me

You entered my life and colored the whole world in my eyes, just by one look from you
it was black and white
like living in world without a sun.

at least you're happy now

with
    or
       without
                me

little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won't flinch and
i won't blame
you,
as I drive along the shore alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
i won't blame you,
instead
i will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no
knife. the knife is
mine and i won't use it
yet.