She was a written love letter
              in a text message world.

As we grow older, we become too consumed
with our "adult life" --
The struggles of paying bills,
the struggle to make good grades in college;
pulling all-nighters just so we can
finish some papers that are due for our classes
just to attain a bachelor's degree just so
you can get a secure well-paying j o b.

We forget to keep our childhood memories
alive in our hearts.

let me nurture your soul
                          with all my love,
                                      my love.

She was a love letter woman
               in a text message world.

Love her
                                               enough to
                                              keep her fire
                                                 burning.

SHE BUILT HER
DEMONS FROM
THE ASHES OF
BURNT MEMORIES.

                                                      SHE BUILT HER
                                                       ANGELS FROM
                                                        THE HOPE OF
                                               FUTURE MELODIES.

You'll be alright, love of mine.
        That I swear it to the stars.
            And whenever you lose hope,
                simply look up to the sky.
                   You will be safe.

How could this be love
       when you're leaving me?

Someday I'll be a father
who never had a father.

There are some times
when I wonder what
would my life be like
if my father had stayed.

Would I have gained
such confidence at an
early age to swing a bat,
or someone whom I could
go camping with and taught me
how to start a fire
instead of being such
a timid kid growing up.

Would my mother
have not such burden
to work twice as hard
just to feed my brother
and I by herself?

Such thoughts flooding
my entire mind—
but then I snap to reality
and say to myself:

"**** that guy."

As he held her—
all of her—
He saw beauty in places
others before him failed to.

And as he touched her
with the most kindest
hands that she had ever
felt before,
he began to become
a part of her—
Part of her existence.
Part of her being.

If his soul,
and his soul only,
could travel through
the vast realm
that she kept within;
home of innumerable
ancient stars
that illuminated
the darkness that plagued
others, herself including.

But their love—
and their love only—
made such possibility
for two lovers
of opposite realms
to bask in their love
for one another.

I've been selfish.
I've lacked empathy.
I've cleaned my wounds
in the river and tied
my veins into knots.
Smoke rises above
the forest and for a
moment I hear a voice.
Sunlight dips into frame.

Before long, everything
fades and night falls.

All this anger, what is it for?
You used to carry the fire
of your youth,
but now you lie alone,
numb to everything
that surrounds you.
When you wake up tomorrow,
where will you be?
Will the sun soak your skin
or will curtains keep you
tucked away for another year?

Does the uncertainty scare you?

It better.

You hear her call your name
and you become soft.

You let her in
and you become water.

You drown
and you become love.

I wish that I had known in
That first minute we met
The unpayable debt
That I owed you.

Because you'd been abused
By the bone that refused you
And you hired me
To make up for that

Walking in that room
when you had tubes in your arms,
those singing morphine alarms
out of tune.

They had you sleeping and eating
And I didn't believe them
When they called you
A hurricane thundercloud

When I was checking vitals
I suggested a smile
You didn't talk for a while
You were freezing

You said you hated my tone
It made you feel so alone
So you told me
I had to be leaving

But something kept me standing
By that hospital bed
I should have quit but instead
I took care of you

You made me sleep all uneven
And I didn't believe them
When they told me that there
Was no saving you

It does not matter what day,
or what time of the day it is,
this is all that I would much
rather be doing with her
and only her.

Just to lie next to her;
embrace every single fiber
of her existence.
To nurture her soul
with the nectar of my love.

Cherish her all:
her soul,
her heart,
her body,
her dreams,
her laughter.

And with each minute,
fall more and more
in love with each others'
presence.

Just her and I.