you use to be my sun
I use to be your Earth
now we are nothing but two moons
orbiting around different planets

freckles
that look like constellations
eyes
the color of a sea green ocean
bones
that sprout wildflowers between them
but a mind
that is torn apart
identical
to her heart
and she does not
cannot
will not
understand
that after the storm
she'll                  connect the stars
she'll                         see the crashing waves
she'll                                 feel the fields of flowers
and
she
will
be
whole

"sing to me
a melody"
he said,
"you have the voice of
an angel"
and so I sung
the first time that I had ever
in front of anyone except
my own conscience
and that
is how
the devil fell in love

every once in awhile
i'll stumble across something that reminds
me
of you
a song
a picture
text messages
a word
sometimes even
a smell
and i'm suddenly plunged into the sadness I
once felt
but after a split second
it disappears
as if it was
                    never
                                 even
                                            there
leaving me thinking
that you never
really were

Its wild in here

yet so peaceful

your love has made a forest out of me

maybe one of these days,
i'll write a poem simply looking at you.
and it will belong on the walls of art museums
because baby,
you are art
and yes, it makes me feel something.
(s.j.b)