I want a Garden of Flowers.
I want Tulips and Roses that bleed red
When the rain hits
Their petals fall on the ground
Just in time for the wind to come,
And make them dance

I want the birds and the bees
To make the most out of my fertile seeds
I want my flower’s honey to be the sweetest,
When it’s in your mouth

I want Daisies and Lavenders
That blossom under the sun
With roots so deep, they touch the earth’s crust
I want Mother Nature to call me,
Her daughter  
Yes, I want a garden of flowers

I want Asters and Chrysanthemums
That sprout when everything is gone
I want the children to marble
At how they blossom

Where wedding planners come to my door
Or mankind comes to pluck off their stems,
To give to their lover
After making them cry
Yes, I want my florals
To be a reason for someone to smile

I want Poppies that grow
On my empire of dirt
And after everything has departed,
A new cycle has started.

If you were a God,
I would build a church for you
I'd preach of your existence
And tell everyone,
to search for you

And If you were a Prophet,
I would follow you
into the sea like Moses
Because if you were a Religion,
The whole world would stop to listen,
To the melodies I'd sing

You would be my Salvation
I would build a shrine for you
And only want to hear whatever you say
I would kneel down and Pray,
that you love me,
the same way.

You say I’m yours
And that our beating hearts are meant to be
But the truth is, they’re not
I belong to nobody.

My existence is not for you
It’s for the Seven Seas,
And for the Moon that glows

My heart isn’t meant for a single soul
It’s for the Earth to consume
And for the Sun to warm

My decaying bones won’t be for you to woe
They’ll be for the wind to blow,
And for the Trees to grow.

I can only imagine the pain you have
All the signs and yet,
Everyone was oblivious
We pushed you so far away,
That there was no time for mending
Or goodbyes

I’m sure the thought of suicide
Has crossed your mind,
More than a thousand times.
So sickening to think…

I tried so hard to help you
In the many ways one could.
I never judged you…from the bottom of my heart, I love you.

I love a poor soul that is
Frail, Hurt, Alone
A soul that no Hospital could fix.
A soul I watch grow,
A soul that lost their way home
So sickening to think…

That we sleep peacefully at night
Knowing you’re maybe fine, maybe safe
So sickening to think…

Your birthday passed,
And no one blinked
While I was thinking of you all day
And hoped you got cake
So sickening to think…

I can’t sleep at night.

Flashbacks of your face.

We want ourselves,
When it comes to life or love

But when it comes to Death,
You are all I Want.

You left a piece of yourself in my front door step.
Where a loquat tree grows, where my tears fell.
And you see,
Rain came just in time to wash a bit of us away.
It washed away all of you, that was left inside of me.

You left a piece of yourself in Harbor Drive
A restaurant that doesn’t exist anymore
And I thank God,
That worked out just fine.

There’s a lot of you in the streets of Downtown
Where Gaslamp’s trolley lead to your house
Where we ran all the way to Seaport Village,
To the house across Grape Street
From where you first said, you Loved me

And there’s a piece of you in every corner
Of my neighborhood, your neighborhood
I can’t go back to Chula Vista without wincing every time I pass your exit
In fact I can still see your bedroom every time I close my eyes.

No I can never do that.
You are all over
From where the beach stretched,
To the mountains of Cowles
To where the borderline finished,
To where we never got a chance to explore together.

You left a piece of yourself in me.
Where a flower still lies within.

You left a piece of yourself In my front doorstep.
Where my tears fell on a loquat tree
And the rain came just in time to wash us away
Only to grow what I couldn’t with you.

March 4, 2019.

When a woman says she loves you,
She is inviting you to her world
Where not only her flesh & bones
But her everlasting soul,
Blossoms from purity & hope

Whether it be woman to man,
Or woman to woman,
She has chosen to give you a chance

A chance in the sense that her sun,
Will provide the energy you need to function & her air
Becomes your oxygen
As You slowly become her universe

When a woman falls for you,
She makes her body your temple
Decorated with whatever you please
Because her mindset is only focused on one thing and that is,
Making sure your happy and content

When she lets you in her walls,
She is only expecting the essence of love
& the undivided attention
Of another human being
Who can offer her more then just words

When a woman says she loves you,
She is offering her soul
& everything her heart has left.

Dec. 2016