Like a summer storm,
she lights up my bones.  
Her electrical touch making my body her own.
It feels something like lightning striking my veins,
her hands trace my body
Like droplets of rain.

I long for the ocean just asI long for the opportunity to wipe the tears that fell from your face.

Your eyes and the sea, perhaps one in the same,

for both are salt water mixed with air.

At times
I long for a world that is black and white

Crimson sunsets would no longer make me believe that love is anything but painful

and the oceans would stop summoning for me to come home with their sapphire tides

I could be content with where I reside, for all colors would be the same
and your eyes would stop calling my name

and perhaps, it's because a world filled with grey

is merely and unapologetically mundane.

Maybe you'll be mine
someday when the stars align.

Our hands- one cold, one hot, both intertwined.
Yeah, just maybe when the stars align.

there's this girl, she lights up my world.
her glow illuminates what we were, what we are, and what I want us to be

and it shines for miles and miles.

there's this girl, she lights up my world.
but haven't you heard?

with one cold breath

**she blew out the candle.

What are you up to?
Are you looking at the sky, too?
Am I on your mind?

So we meet again (my dearest love)
It's been awhile since you have taken over my thoughts.

My heart welcomes you,
but my brain rejects you (my familiar addiction)
I can now see why they call love a drug.

Time without you brings heartbreak, loneliness,
and eventually happiness.

Whereas time with you brings heartbreak and loneliness
(disguised as happiness)

You crawl under my skin (my dearest love)
and I can't control it.
I can't escape.

You're like looking into the sun-
Beautiful and painful at the same time.

Your rays shine over me,
A mesmerizing scene that inevitably blinds me
With every glance.

I'll never learn.

She's mysterious but familiar
and somehow sinful but innocent
in the best way.
She's a new age old soul
and in one way or another
she is an adventurous introvert.
Shy, but strong
Young, but wise beyond her years.
Without falter, and without hesitation,
the only way to describe her
is as a *beautiful contradiction.

I don't even know how to articulate
this type of pain
It's a pain that not only floods my
heart
but latches itself onto every quivering bone
in my body
Perhaps it's not pain, maybe it's love
Love that disguises itself as pain every time I look at my family
and realize
for the first time in all these years
that that same people who told me they want what's best for me,
break me down into a million pieces
until I lose myself
again and again
Only to come crawling back
so they can find me
But it's funny, because the girl they keep finding,
**isn't me

I love when the sun paints a golden hue on everything before it
disappears
into the obsidian night.
Its rays are like an artist's brush,
delicately covering the world's canvas with luminosity.
When its glow eventually fades, and the stars barely light up the sky,
it's like an artist shutting off the studio lights
after a long day's work.
Temporarily departed, but soon to return
to paint the canvas with incandescent light
once again.

Spontaneity.
Is the compelling adrenaline worth the outcome?
To wonder why it is considered
an enticing form of rebellion
to those who do not bear its weight.
My admirable means, although impulsive,
represent
what my soul desires.