sometimes love doesn't mean
to pursue or to care no more
on the person you love ,

sometimes love means to sacrifice
and to let someone you love go
even it kills you

rejoice in wine
that you sweat out
while singing songs
out of tune with best friends
on unusually warm February nights
rejoice in the feeling of feeling alright
for once in a while
rejoice in laughter
that hurts after an hour
but you're finally smiling
about how much you love your friends
rejoice in solace
that you find in the strangest places
like the floor of your old dorm room
or the bottom of a bottle of moscato
you don't remember finishing but have videos of
rejoice in love
because you don't need a single other person
in bed, that way, to feel the same glow in your soul
rejoice in knowing that you're okay
rejoice in that concert hall when you lost it all
in your favorite song
you realized there you hadn't quite lost everything yet
rejoice in knowing what you've got left,
and love it

Falling for him wasn't falling at all. It was like walking into a house and realizing you're home.

the way in which your image
reflects,
itself upon the matter that makes stuff up.
the colors I see.
the texture my skin is
made to be touched by.

how your image is seen time again,
how I end up spending my days
watching your images.
all of them.
they all inspire my voyage.
my message.
each light beaming source.

I just want to touch it all.
ultimate desire is to merge.
as the moon approaches her turn,
I begin to feel quite fluid.

Inside
You have jars of butterflies
Bending their wings with gloved hands,
You tell me they're already dead
And under the mattress, I can only imagine
But it's cleaner than the sheets
At least
You're the scientist and the priest
You're the jagged rocks beneath my feet
The horrific lie with a shining defense,
The proof that the middle is as low as it gets