They say ink is poison,
But so is your touch,
So aren't these words,
Better than cuts?

burn me
   to
a   s
     h
        e    
s
drown me
            d
     e    e
                p
rip me
   r
a
   w
nip my
s     k
           i
n
make me
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l
    e   e
      d

how can i taste you,
when the lingering lust clouds my vision,
blinding my ignorant emotions,
poisoning my tempered touch?
how can i have you,
when we are divided by the invisible line of national border,
swimming in helpless sentiment?
i dream of you
of memories yet to exist,
of kisses yet to transpire.
i hope you dream of me,
of my dissipated thoughts,
of my paralyzing vanity,
of my flourishing greed.

mar 7 16

I've been lost in understanding how gravitational fields work. How can two things feel such a strong force of attraction for each other, yet never have to touch?

It wasn’t until I met you that I experienced this sensation for myself. From the moment I met you I could feel a pull. It’s as if you were a bright sun, and I was a newly formed planet that fell right into your orbit. My entire life was centered on your existence.

Just walking into the room and seeing your face sent waves crashing into my vessel walls.

 Something happened in the moments that we spent together, a certain feeling that I've never again had the pleasure to experience... because let's face it, we had *** in the most peculiar of methods.

 It wasn’t the typical emotional sparks that fly when you find yourself in a happy state of mind. No, this was something entirely different

It started with my attraction towards our every conversation; each one a magnet that pulled me further in love with you.

The words your tongue would mold drifted out of your mouth and landed delicately against my lips. It was enough to ***** my happiest of thoughts.

Your smile was like the sun radiating against my skin on a scorching summer day. It undressed my misery and allowed all my negativity to be abondoned.

The way you would look at me with your hazel eyes left me naked, but in a way that never made me uncomfortable to be so exposed with you.

Your honesty was merely foreplay to the end we were both so lustful for. An end that would leave both of us appreciative of the experiences we had.

The promises you made me were penetrating, leaving scars that to this day still exist.

Thrusting your love for me in our final moments felt like a never ending ******. My heart swelled with glimpses of our future we would spend side by side.

Then it happened. You put a mirror in front of me and said that we were done. I was left watching myself burst at the seams.

Years have past and I still look into that glass and see a reflection of who I used to be.


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I think of those times that we spent together and I sense an itch. I want to scratch the nooks of my emotions that have been absent from the moment I was last with you.

I have felt so cold, shivering as I bundle under my blanket of reality.

I ache for the warmth that you got me in the habit of feeling.

I desperately need to snuggle with your presence and get newly lost in a maze of passion.

I wish I was the fastest man on earth so I could  flash, back to when my life wasn't so ****** up.
To the times we'd escape the ever-present construct of our lives being comprised of only instants; because to us each breath we shared felt infinite.

I get now that you never put a mirror between us at the end. I was actually watching you go through exactly what I did.

You are my reflection. You always have been.

Her eyes
Her eyes 
Oh those eyes...
They create something of a solar eclipse
A celestial rarity you may only look upon
When the universe permits
Rare and yet I’ve been told not to stare directly
Into the seductive light
Which makes it all the more tempting to take a peek
And become hypnotized
Once I look away from them
They become burned
Burned into my mind
So even with eyes shut I can’t help but feel her
Much like the moon dreams of her long lost lover
She catches briefly only at dusk and dawn
Living from the shadows
Of the very thing that makes her shine
To me this is not mere coincidence
And like the Fates I do not play with dice
When a jigsaw is tossed in the air
And all of its pieces land into their rightful place
I do not see chance
I see providence

                           I see the impossible

                                                     ­       I see . . . you, staring back into me