Caught a nose bleed on,
on a regular summer day
skating with my boys while smoking a gram,
I can't even call it
When did nostalgia hit?
got cracked with melancholy on my front lip
falling off my board isn't the only pain,
doing drugs excessively, you shooting through my mind
has me feeling drained

I hate that I love her so much

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.