I'm writing this on the first of June
Hoping that maybe, just maybe
This isn't what I see

I see your eyes and how they shine
While looking straight at me
My eyes they shine, no more

I see your lips speak candied things
In hopes of honey-suckled rings
My lips taste sweet, no more

I see your hands lacing through mine
And tingles running down your spine
My hands fit in, no more

I see your smiles like city lights
Igniting dark and quiet nights
My smiles ignite, no more

I see your heart it beats for me
It's beating wildly, I could see
But mine it beats, no more

I'm writing this on the first of June
Hoping that maybe, just maybe
This isn't what I see—
But sorry baby
I could see—
We're going out of tune.

I am not a simple sentence.
I am not detailed and defined.
I am words you thought you knew
But mean the otherwise
I am poetry, I am prose
I am words shuffled along
I am riddles, I am songs
I am complexity alone.

Today I'll stop
I'll stop because
I know where this is going

I'll stop because
I know we're far from moving

And lastly
I'll stop because
I know
we're close to ending.

I sing him
all my songs,
with love and harmony

But never did
he sung
a love song
just for me.

I'm sending you polaroids
so that you'll know me
though time may
age like me

I'm singing you ballads
so that you'll never
forget my single
unending melody

I'm writing you poems
so that you'll always
remember that
love-filled dandy page

I'm blowing you sweet whispers
that your heart swallowed and caged.

It was a warm sunny day
but gone were the lights you've shone me before nine

That warmth that once enveloped me
had turned to chilly winter sighs

I thought we were okay
but I know baby, I won't lie

We would've been so sunny
if only I hadn't left you behind.

Why do I seem to
hear your heart breaking in two
when you look at me?

Why did I seem blue
as I stared at this picture
with your arms on me?

How did I not know
'bout the sunsets drowning us
on seas of sadness?

Why did I fall out
from that cloud of burning love
you've wrapped around me?

Why did love turned out
to be one forsaking breeze
between you and me?