the sky is pretty tonight
and clouds stretch across the sky like a hand
reaching for the stars
i cannot see the moon
But I see you
and your light shines brighter than
any moon or star
You are My sun
i turn, like a sunflower
to follow each of your footsteps
always facing, always reaching
never growing closer
but the sky is pretty tonight
And i will rest my head on your arms
and wish on shooting stars for a day
the sun will return my affection
and dream of fields of wild sunflowers
in bright summer light

the hot chocolate burns my throat
in the same way as my own words
and your love
and a glass of bitter orange juice
and a biting wind in winter
when im stood outside your house with no jacket
and the tears that run down my face
when you dont come to the door
and the sound when the doorbell goes unanswered
is that of breaking glass

There was something i had to do
but now its left me and there is only
The scent of oranges
and the lemonade popsicles you make
and the summer we spent by that pool
and when i danced in your kitchen
and the movie we watched together
and the sun
and you

ive come down with a cough
and my head feels too warm
and i wonder if the ache in my bones is due to the cold of winter
or the ache for your touch
and maybe the sore throat is really those words
"i love you"
clawing their way out of my ribcage
without permission

Please do not assume I am alive
I merely pass, existing as a star
not bright enough to rival the life of Suns
not able to reflect the beauty I see
The moon
shining down on me
Please do not assume I am you
My thoughts
My desires, enemies to one’s self
Are as seperate from my own mind
As yours
I may be a mirror, but then am only glass
Please do not assume I am human
I am the observer
Container of life
A vase of dried flowers
A faded portrait in dusty glass
Husk of something once there
Please do not assume you are me
What once tied me to you
Has now been lost. I float untethered
Lost ship in the skies and heavenly Seize.
the day. But the time has passed, unbothered
Sun crossing the land, marching band of fireflies
Please do not assume we are the same
My heart does not beat
Arrhythmic rhythm of an ancient song
I do not feel
The rain, the sun, the thunder peal
Please do not assume

Icarus and his waxy wings
can never match the way i soar
when you smile at me
But you melt me just the same
you are my sun
and my love for you burns bright
inside my ribs
and your unmatchable light
brings both life and pain
i can never give up hope or flight
so i will climb upwards
soaring on windy drafts through
heavenly clouds of cotton
closer to you
my sun
Ill watch as you burn my wings
i can do nothing as i fall
into the deep, wine colored sea
paralyzed by your beauty
i will sink to the bottom of the ocean
where the fish shift through sands
in a lazy waltz
and never cry a tear
i would have never known flight at all
if not for you
for who would remember Icarus
if not for his flaming sun

i dont think i know what love is
because i see roses that should make me think of him
but i think of you instead
and the stars make me think of your freckles
and the sun makes me think of your smile
and the moon makes me think of your eyes
and i dont think i know what love is

I dont think i know what love is
And when you turn to me and smile
and braid my hair with pianists fingers
And lay your soft skin on my shoulder
i think i must never know
if this isn’t love

i cry without any reason
staring at words on a screen
blank poems that should never make me
feel
something like this
why am i crying now
I have laughed and smiled as i wilted and died
why is it beauty that makes me cry?
maybe it is because those poems make me feel young again
i read and i am 4 and free
and crying on the sidewalk
and my mother places a bandaid on my knee
my tears drip without excuse