it’s christmas and you’re still made of starlight
you still shine and glow in my memories like the blooming night sky
in my mind your eyes burst with the galaxies of your soul
your skin is still filled with constellations

it’s christmas and i shouldn’t be thinking of you
i shouldn’t be thinking of your mouth and your smile
i shouldn’t think of the glint of your hair
i shouldn’t be thinking of the kisses we did and didn’t share

it’s christmas and the moon is out
i’ve had fun, of course
i’d just have had more fun with you here, love

it’s christmas and you will always be made of starlight
you are a nebula, a comet, a burning sun, a red giant.

i would never go as far as to say you are my world
but you are your own universe,
and you glow

Despair,
Its imminence presented by
Gray hairs,
Slowed breaths,
Stooped body;
And its possibility hidden by
Bold movements,
Exploding eyes,
Powerful songs.

Desperation,
Its nearness noted by
Promises,
Promises,
Promises,
And terrible hope.

Time,
Its absence realized by
zu spät zum;
which is the state
of being too
late.

you were the reason I didn't **** myself

this doesn't mean you have to love me

what it means is, I will always love you

Silence hangs in the air
Locked eyes, comforting stares

Slow steps, resonating laughs
Hidden smiles, acting tough

Graceful twirls, heeled spins
Loving waltz, pretty sins

Faces inch close, on her tiptoes
A sprinkle of glitter, under the mistletoe

But time, oh so cruel, takes its toll
Spirits diverge, its ultimate goal

Away they go
One heaven, one hell

Never to meet again
But feelings still dwell

Blinking stars, fading out
Darkness swallows, leaves no doubt

Falling then, in his arms
Safety, warmth, home and hearth

Falling now, no strings attached
Endless crevice, humourless mirth

Silence prevails once again
Awkward, to say the least

I haven't
because
I know
you'll see
and read
and judge,
but mostly:

I've already
given away
too many
secrets that
I want back

In the poet’s mind
Are a thousand whirlwinds
Of thoughts.
Distinct, creative, powerful-
Thoughts that can change
Your perception of
All there is.

In the poet’s mind
There is love – fierce love.
Love that will crush you-
Hold you tight, so tight
You have no room for
Anything but love.
Love, that’ll make you glow.

In the poet’s mind
There is as tender a care
As the soft clouds on an Autumn morn.
Care that will gently kiss
Your eyes and plant in them
Visions, dreams, fantasies.
Care, that’ll lift you.

In the poet’s mind
There is forgiveness
So thorough, it will put you
To shame.
Forgiveness so intensely intended
To forgive that
It’ll set you free.

In the poet’s mind
There is passion- edgy, fulfilling.
Passion that’ll keep you on your toes.
Such passion brimming, overflowing,
Shameless, intoxicating.
Passion so vivid, so real
It makes it almost too easy to let go.

In the poet’s mind
A bird brings hope,
Winds bring change,
Rains bring memories,
Moonshine brings horror,
Snow brings dreams,
And you-
You bring poetry (life).

I'm waiting for the day that you ask
Why I text you so much even when you can't text back
Just so I can tell you that it's because you never text me
Not a hello, not anything
But I haven't seen you in forever, I mean,
I think the last time we actually spent time together was in October:Halloween
And honey your birthday is my password for my iPod (shh don't tell)
And when it's past midnight I don't want to talk to anyone else
I just want to talk or to see you or for God's sake, anything
Because I think I miss you more than I want to admit while breathing
You're busy I get that I know
But come on are you really too busy for me or is it all a show?

Tell me the story about how the sun loved the moon so much he died every nightbto let her breathe