Love is when you reach for her hand instead of the bottle

Don't wanna be the one
to break you
Because love is a boat
and I'll wreck it ashore
and if we are to walk together
I will only make you slip
and fall

Can you see me, Moon?
or am I too far?
are the stars too bright
to see me tonight?

Maybe if I get higher
or burn some fire?
Maybe if I sing a tune,
you will hear me to see me, Moon?

I can see you so clearly
so perfect, so still, barely trying
I've always seen you , Moon, but you haven't seen me
I'd like to believe you do and followed me during the night.

Every late night journey
all those lonely hours in my room
Watching me, learning from me, devouring me
If I can see you, you can see me

You orbit my everyday life
but I must admit
it feels the other way around
it is I who orbits you, I surround you.

I can see a face but no eyes
blind to my devotion, my worship
luminous clock that semi-brightens the night
unearthly high, up on a pedestal

Moonlight flood my room
My love above hovers over me
Floating in this half light
Gloating at my sad plight

But even with this said
I can not help but still ask;
"Can you see me, Moon?"
Knowing you won't anwser me soon.

Never see me forever

You hate when I stare--
Those long, unwavering looks that let me feel like I’m touching your soul,
they’re my favorites.
But you don’t get it…
Don’t get that I’m marveling at you
Your words, your mind, your gestures,
The way your lips melt into your cheeks
and your eyelashes curl so far they touch your skin,
or how your entire face softens when you smile.
I’m memorizing you:
Line by nose,
curve by smile.

I stare because I want to hold your waist,
to touch your arm,
to feel your hand around my shoulder.
I stare because I’m dying.

What is it now?
Is my love too strong?
Do I expect too much?
Have you forgotten about me again?
It feels that way…

As I crave the warmth of your remembrance
someone else has caught your smile
and I have slipped your mind.
It’s understandable, really—
Or can I be so understanding?

You are it for me.

I wake from dreams about you only to curl into the cool, crisp spot where you should be lying in my bed.
I eat breakfast and wonder what you’re doing;
I listen to music to ponder how you feel.
When I’m upset yours is the first number I want to call
and my delight is yours to share.

You have the power to move and remove me
because I will always fall into you and yours.
There is so much to say…
But sometimes I just stare;
I stare because I’m dying.

When you cup petals between your fingers and hold them to the wind,
why is it that they always seem to disappear before you can reach them?
Why does the Earth make catching little bits of beauty so difficult?
Why couldn't I catch you?

At those certain times when gravity lets one float in the air, above humanity for a scant few moments, what are your thought up there? Do you dream of a weightless place? Do the birds tug you upward just before you tumble?

Where the sky and curving plains and fields meet, can you bridge that gap and meet the sky with open arms again? Do you look up in the sky and wonder what's up there? Do you smile at the little things at your feet?

I'm a troublesome thinker, you know, always wondering where you are, what you're doing, what makes you smile and what makes you frown. Each step pounds against unwilling pavement reverberates with endless listlessness. Will I see you again today?

Answers never do return unless I reach to you, though, so I sit here, eyes unable to truly observe what is in front of me thanks to the blurring amount of thoughts clouding my vision. Soon, the gap between my time and yours will vanish.

Won't you... at least stay a little while longer?

Sometimes I feel like we’re galaxies apart.
You, a big blue star in the heart of the universe
and I, a black hole,
exterminating everything in my path on my way to you.
Midway, I stopped and I realized that if I get closer to you,
I might destroy you as all the other stars I passed by.
So here I am, staying away from you as far as I can,
watching you from afar so I won’t ever touch
the masterpiece that you are
even though that’s all I ever wanted to do
ever since we met.
I watch you shine from a distance
as I starve myself from the warmth of your light.
I remain in the darkness,
quietly counting the light years between us.

I am so imperfect
That I destruct myself
In loving you this much
While you destruct yourself
In loving her so bad