“You promised”
is
the most frightening
accusation
anyone might ever
speak of me.

~**D.C.

" We all have that special place; that Montauk, Paris, or Vienna we share with someone very dear to us. So meet me in Montauk, meet me where the Sun touches, meet me where my heart fell to pieces, meet me where you first told me about your dreams, meet me where we first met. Our souls were meant for adventure and peace, and both I find with you."

Do know
that
loving
You
is the first time
in the longest time
that I have tried to be brave.

"If you were a storm, may I be your wind,
so I may be with you wherever you will go.
If you were the moon, may I be your poet,
and I will write about you in all the words
that I know."

I used to associate the act of unfiltering to the removal of cigarette filters; instead of smoke, I inhaled fire, and instead of nicotine, I tasted dark chocolate. Sharing my truths with you is exactly like that. Set fire to the trees, and once the breeze has cleared away the smoke, sit next to me, lean against me, and let’s gaze at the ocean.

"The months, they turn to days,
the days, they turn to hours
the hours, they turn to minutes
the minutes, they turn to moments,
and in these moments
I am wistful;
I am missing you."

Late night calls;
faintly sober promises.

"We went to the mountains and found a place to stay, where you were you and I was with you and we were both being ourselves. We were away from everything, but all that mattered was we weren’t away from each other."

"I wasn't sad. A dozen or so sticks for company under a Parisian-esque twilight, I am missing your fingertips and the way the world felt right each time I held your hand in mine. I am missing every afternoon before class when I'd kiss you on the forehead when you were asleep because you may not hear me say that I love you but I sure do know that you can feel it. I miss breakfast, lunch, and dinner with you. I miss how with one look you could tell me that you couldn't finish your whole meal anymore. I miss you so, and when someone asks me about you, I am not sad; I am yearning. "

"Your love isn't an apology.
And neither are you."

She was as if sunlight in my hands;
right there but constantly slipping
through the gaps of my fingers.

You stopped reminding me to make a wish while time stood still,
both expectantly and indifferently,
for the secret slumbering restlessly within my lungs.

Like four candles waiting to be put out,
or four matchsticks yearning to be lit,
for the longest time, ever-questioning;
“What is it that your heart longs for?”

You stopped reminding me to make my wishes
ever since our moments turned into days,
and it was then that I realized
what I’ve always wanted to say.

I’ve found something worth wishing for.

~

"This is the terrible risk when you come  to know love
and then find yourself having lost it.
There's now a void that refuses to be filled."

"Before you,
the days were good.
With you,
the days were better.
Without you,
the days will never be the same."

"Let me be your living poetry.
Rewrite me in all the ways with your love."

"In a way I am the aftermath,
I
am
all
that remains."

"Don't let others tell you that you have no right to be sad. You have the right to know how real it is when you find something so close to your heart that it hurts."

"So many clouds above, I wonder why no one else seems to see them."

"Some people want love,
but none of the responsibility."

"Welcome home! I wonder if you knew how much those two words meant to me. It’s been so long and I’ve gotten so tired of drifting between empty apartment units. I was unmoored, out of sync with everything, and here you are, still waiting. Your arms weren’t the breaking point. They were home."

" I am a ghost of sorts; a compilation of what ifs, an abundance of could've beens."

"Unplanned adventures can sometimes be the best kind of adventures."

“Whenever I tell you about my worries, your words are a constant reassurance. You help me see the distinction between what truly matters and what will only trouble my heart.
Let it be,
you’d say.
Let not these worries keep you from happiness. ”

"Our time together was fleeting,
but I am forever changed."

It doesn't matter what age you are,
or what era you live in,
a writer
is someone with
an old soul,
a young heart,
and a timeless mind.

Has anyone realized
just how people are
when they're in love?
They're so engulfed
by the intensity of
their purest emotion
that their actions,
when done in love,
are aflame.

What sets people apart however,
is whether they continue
to burn on
or concede
and burn out.

*Keep burning on.

I
let the waves
take me back
to the shore.

Stop seeking pain to feel alive.

Tragic.
Blissful.
Enchanting.

There is nothing more poetic than the life and love we all possess.

"I love the way light dances in your eyes when you talk about the things you love. There is so much goodness in you that I've started seeing the good in me too."

"If I were a storm,
you would be the sea;
you fuel both the chaos
and the serenity
in me."

I love you
to the Moon
and back,
and all my stars
are realigning.

"I am a fool for neglecting the things in life that matter most, but you- you can still protect what’s important to you, to embrace them softly, while letting them know that you will never let them go."

Pity naught the fool who stood agape at the mouth of the abyss,
Who henceforth became a delirious, demented *******.
For very few are those who return from the precipice
Left with scars  that are all but a trifle.

‘Tis not fire that burns, that brings about anguish.
‘Tis not rain that drowns, that brings about pain.
A sanguine dullard will forever seek to diminish
What a benighted scholar will endeavor to sustain.

Hath thee the prudence
To discern the ciphers
In the deafening silence?
In the earsplitting whispers?

The fiends,
Their eyes
Of sordid coal
Conceal the truth
Of what they are after.
Their forlorn cries beseech the soul
With venom as clear as polished lacquer.