Growing up, every time I asked "How do you know if you're in love?" they always told me "When you're in love, you'll just know; but you don't have to worry about that now."

Well, I'm grown up now. I can answer my own question now. The truth is, you never really know. I have felt flowers bloom inside my heart while in the presence of some people, as though they were the soil, and the water, and the sun. I have felt every inch of my skin ache to be touched in the presence of some people, as though there fingers were the remedy. My stare has never been able to be pulled away from certain faces, I have drowned in the colors of eyes. I have laid watching the moon while the grasshoppers urged us to introduce lips. I have been held in the arms where I have felt safe from all harm, I have sang 'I love you' in the most beautiful keys. I have filled empty houses with the echos of each heartbeat.
But my answer is this;
I've been in the presence of so much. I have heard words that made my heart melt inside my chest and I have held hands that never wanted to let go. Love has visited me so many times, but I have never felt it more than when the grasshoppers stopped singing, the flowers quit blooming, and my heart started to break.
How do you know if you're in love?

You'll know when it leaves you.

the sun sets
      in western whispers
astral sagas
spill
         their wisdom
on the night's
canvas

and to the east
eternity

Sometimes
tragedy
can be a kind of
twisted beauty
making us crave pain.
Don’t let that take away
from the beauty you can find
in good fortune.

My poor defenseless tongue.
It gets trapped behind my teeth.
It gets bitten, it gets choked on,
when all it wants to do is speak.

My poor defenseless heart.
Locked behind a cage of steel.
Still it's beaten, still it's broken,
when all it wants to do is feel.

My poor defenseless brain.
It gets shut out by the two.
Sends impulses to heart and tongue,
but they can't seem to follow through.

Oh, my poor defenseless tongue.
Must be connected to my heart.
For they're both showed the  proper moves to make,
both get stopped before they start.

we shouldn't spill our secrets like we spill our drinks, reckless

it was the season of the sun and all I could think about was her
the girl with eyes so beautiful you couldn't even describe them
the season of flowers in every kind of color, long nights and butterflies
the summer always was the most magical time of the year

riddels are just riddels and words are just words
you can compare it with the water in a river, the waves in the sea
all these things are just like the stars twinkling in the dark of the night

things are just things untill someone gives a meaning to it
and for me you gave everything in my life a meaning
that moment when you came around love wasn't just love
I can give you all my heart without getting anything back
and still this person would make me feel more complete

we both knew how it felt to be obsessed with someone
and maybe it was a dangerous thing to began with
but everytime I saw you walking away from me
my love for you began to grow, a little more, every single day
it came to a point that I didn't wanted to share her, with anyone
not even with my bestfriend, she needed to be mine, only mine
and I know she felt this way about me too, this need to have someone
maybe our love is a little bit cursed or a little bit mad maybe crazy

oh well oh well

Sometimes I wonder
whether the forecast in my eyes
whether the weather in my heart
will be something, anything
other
than
rain