(and if I could choose any other way
then I don't know that I would.)

Goodbye Again

The door clicked quietly shut
through the bedroom window
I can see her
Leaving me once more.
Even the morning mist
made her fade softly
before she had
reached the corner.
She will come back
She has a hundred times.
I will take her back.
I always do.
perhaps niether of us
can move on
quiet as we should.
when will we ever learn
that we should not
look for love
in the place where it has died

Innocence is the days when
I thought that monsters
lived under the bed rather
than slept right beside me.

It was the times I feared
heights almost as much as
I now fear brooding stares.

Back when I thought
passionate love was the
only kind worth having
— that I now wish for a
lover who loves quietly.

Innocence was thinking
danger was an ill-advised
adventure, not a man.

It was admiring a tornado
heart and not realizing the
damage it would cause.

An air of anger came to my heart

Inside the storm of my broken hope I walked

My blind eyes and mind always rush into the crooked way

Just my ambitious legs try to reach

Ultimately, I found myself in a dead end after the **** storm

Where I smelt a strong failure’s aroma but it was only a stigma

Beyond the voice of a loud bell I remembered my God

And I said

Slowly, slowly my wretched time

My patience is wider than your evil

Take me as a piece of paper around this tornado

Dump me in a lifeless desert where I can keep walking

Nonchalantly, nonchalantly…

learning how to drown


You were beautiful
so gentle on my eyes
they gave you my heart.
What my eyes could not see
was the power of your
storms coming univited
from azure blue sky's.
The torrents fell.
vertically without angle.
Your thunder and lightening
terrified me.
But your beauty imprisoned me.
I spent my days
soaked to the skin.
In my summer clothes.
I never did learn
how to swim.
But you taught me
how to drown.

Your lips fluttering
on my sleeping eyes.
I want to awaken
to the aria
of your whispers.

ti amo....I love you.
lo somo tuo...I am yours.

I awaken to your desire.
Full of wanton needs.
You bathe in my sweet release
kissing my hair
seeking all I am
all I want to be.

I love you

Those words
so wastefully whispered
are meaningless.
for they are
but a simple human
attempt to describe
the undescribable.

The voice of our love
climbs through
the open window
rising on the warmth
of angels breath
To heavens gate

Some memories i never write about, means they didn't happen.