Let her be your reflection,
Your shadow,
Your favorite flower,
Your gentle light;
Lead her further into you,
To the mystery of you.

She wants to be lost in you
In the symphonies
Of your sunrises and sunsets,
She needs to be everything else,
Like how the wind presses against you;
Just let her be a part of you.

(j.a.t.m.)

He is written on her bones
his love flows through every single of her veins
and every night she's been crying
thinking of the dream she had
of him trying to make sense of everything
and she doesn't know what's been going on now
for it's getting harder and harder
with the silence
with them together
without being together.

She's sure he is not okay
and neither she is
for there is sadness in the air
they are both breathing
from far away.

(j.a.t.m.)

Before she met you
her world was a complete
black and white.

But you spoke in colors
in waves like spilled ink
and showed her the in between-
the gray of life.

She can't seem to wash you off
for you flaunted her that there were even more
that there are reds, oranges, and greens;
lighter and warmer colors.

Love, peace, happiness, and life.

But then you left her and
she learned even more
you taught her of
blues, yellows, and purples;
colder, gloomier, and darker colors.

Sadness, broken heart, and anxiety.

You have lost track of a girl
with sunflower-shaped dreams
and you left her having no idea
that you were her favorite color
yet she's grateful
of how much you taught her
about the colors of this world.

(j.a.t.m.)

You show up
and nothing else matters
here with you settled down
in the calm of morning garden
the sun is sitting beautifully
in this very roof.

We are the dream
that never ends
flowers in my hand
arms embracing me
and I've never wanted
to kiss you more in my life.

They say everything
that's in front of you
leads you home
but you're here just behind me
and I don't want to go
anywhere else.

The moon is sitting
hauntingly beautiful
on her window
lovely wisps of pink scattered sky
glancing at her behind the trees
she imagines your hands
on her night skin
and she wants to write poetry
on your palm
she wants to write anything
about the oceans and the stars
and she wants it all
to mean something.

And tonight
she misses you so bad.

I am a closed book
full of feelings and emotions
and I have let you in
for I want you to read my story
and fill the blank pages.

For I want your quivering hands
to be the one flipping
and ripping my pages out.

For I want to experience
all of the hurt,
the joy,
the sorrow,
the love,
the sadness,
and the desire,
with no one
but you.

Sitting beside the river
With the soft glow
of a crescent moon
My thoughts are as light as clouds
Thinking about the day
You exposed me to your forest
How it was the first moment
I caught a glimpse
Of your heart.

And the day you have let me in
The day you have carefully held my love
Dearly close to your heart
Was the first moment
I ever called a man..
Beautiful.