u dont even wear
colorful clothes
yet u always
caught my eye

in a lonely night
the streets
sparkled,
twinkled,
shined.
from where
the stars fell
when the moon
didnt want them anymore

peculiar,
just like you.
you prefer hydrangeas
over roses
and when
you planted
a valley
of them
inside of me
i get butterflies in my stomach
everytime i see you
but when you left
the butterflies
stopped coming
flowers rot

when a piece of paper used to be a
refuge
for my thoughts and ideas
remains blank,dull,empty.
i miss the feeling of comfort
whenever
a pen lies in my hand.
hands clutched firm into the paper
the pen never dared travel from the surface
without imagination, what is art after all.

****** and pull
you and i loved that pattern
messed up sheets
creased and ruffled
left with many lustful memories
pleasurable reveries
unveiling mysteries
breaking boundaries
bare and exposed
we were naked in and out
we gave it all