funny, almost
how everyone but you
sees how miserable you make me

although your skin is sweet i won’t call you chocolate
and even though the bible says you were made from the dirt i cannot believe that
your body is Jupiter, is Saturn.
your skin made in the image of a sunset
your fingers more gentle then dying yellow leaves falling to their final resting place
your hair trying to compete  with the night in its depth and yet, somehow a color so beautiful
i don’t think there’s a name for it yet
your voice a song
a french song
an old song
a love song a
old french love song
dear boy who’s eyes are made of stardust
who’s lips are my addiction
arms my protection
dear boy who’s eyes are made of stardust
i haven’t yet found
the right metaphors to describe your beauty
but ****
when the gods made you
i know the universe had to be their muse
dear boy who’s eyes are made of stardust i know there’s not a lot of poems out there for people who look like you but let this be the first
let this one be yours

stop ******
you know what your doing
when you call me late at night
and talk me to sleep
when you smile and make me laugh and
show me that ****** face
stop it
you know what your doing
and i don’t want to give in
i don’t want to fall for you
God, i don’t want to fall for you
please
don’t make me fall for you.

in attempt to immortalize you
i spoke to stars of you
to the sun and the moon
told them of all your glory and
they told the trees who told the birds who spoke to the fish of all oceans
i wrote your name into my soul as though it was my own
i spoke to the whales of you
of all your beauty
of your smile,
which challenges even the seas with it's depth.  
in an attempt to immortalize you
i carved your name into stone
and said a prayer to the gods of old and young

in a attempt to immortalize you
i succeeded
so you may live on
long after
humanity joins the dust

i just realized the lack of sanity of our situation
crazy
how you've seen me naked
stretch marks and all
but i don't know your favourite song
and you don't know mine

you are the guy
every girl crushes over
with a smile that challenges even the sea with it's depth
melanin so sweet i could call you chocolate.
with each growing day i have this overwhleming thirst to wrap my arms around your torso,
my favourite part of the morning is hearing you laugh
you have brought forth the child in me
the worst part is
i think you feel this too
tell me,
do you feel this to?

you are so beautiful,
a soul as pure as sunlight
and a smile that challenges even the sea with it's depth.

you have captured me and my heart,
a feat many have tried and none have accomplished.

you are the kind of person worth writing about,
a poem worth speaking
a song worth singing
a dance worth expressing,
a canvas i would love to paint.

i imagine being allowed to love you is alot like runners high,
or any type of high.
but this poem is far too long,
and i have promises to keep,
and miles and miles to go
before i sleep.

what if the butterfly never flapped its wings?
for fear of creating a tsunami,
i say **** the tsunami
flap your wings,
tsunamis will always be tsunamis and
a butterfly was made
to fly.

there’s no distractions any more
the books can only hold me for so long and
it's only me
in this house
that is not home and
my thoughts are all i am left with
my thoughts are all i am left with
my thoughts are all i am left with

i suppose its not much of a secret anymore,
that im in love with you.

so let me tell the whole world
let me tell them
i would steal the stars
and wreck the universe
just
to see you smile .

let me tell them
that my heart is yours
and if you asked
i'd give you my soul too.

its strange,
that only by the tears of the sky
that the Earth is satisfied .

your teaching me
exactly how to hate myself
and with each flaw of mine you
point out I fantasize over
the lack of yours
so maybe I shouldn’t be falling for you
I definitely shouldn’t be falling for you

I think I have begun to reach it,
the edge of the world.
whether it is flat or round
everything must come to an end
so I have begun to reach it,
the edge of
the world
of this world
of your world
of my world.
I'm **** near the end
im so close I can caress the stars
with my fingertips.
up here
the oceans have taken the size of a mere moon.
and I think what world
must lie beyond
but I how ready I am to leave his one,
or if there even is a world
regardless
I have reached the edge of my world
and I could not be more ready to
jump.

all these poems I write
start with I,
I swear I’m not self centered
but they say write what you know.
So in a desperate attempt
to learn this soul of mine
All I write about
is me.
And you,
Yes, I write about you.
I write about the beauty of you.
Of how I would love to leave fingerprints on your heart and caress your soul .
I mean if you would allow me
To love you
Freely.

somedays
my existence makes sense

somedays
all I want is to exist forever

and somedays
I can't help but wish to never have existed at all .

but dear,
if we humans were only ever meant to be beautiful

we wouldn't have been born in
the dirt .

I swear I’m not a love poet but

loving you
makes me scared of dying .

I know what it’s all about now,
I get why the sun rises
and the moon sets.
I understand why the stars shine
and the birds chirp.
I get why the heart beats
and the lungs breathe.

I get it now,
why I’m alive.