do you know what it feels like
not to belong?

the mind is aching,
searching for a place
to call home,
where you get tucked in at night
and finally get some sleep

a place
to feel free,
where you can dance in the rain
and laugh in the pale moonlight

but the thing you refuse
to believe

you reject
in the depths of your heart

is the search
will never stop.

is it not a shame
for the kindest ones around
to feel the most pain?

If words can paint canvas on our skins, grow gardens in our hearts, leave star trials behind our thoughts, why are my poems not enough to return you to me?

Do you know what I think about
when its chilly, dark and crying?
Will you hold my shivering palm in yours
and brush my fingertips?

I yearn for realities that never will be real
While you live in the opposite galaxy.
When will our dreams collide, I dream
Or will mine fall like autumn leaves.

Sometimes I wish you can see through
impenetrable pieces of my mind.
But other times I shield from you  
demons that no one should find.  

Like the planets revolving around the Sun,
my entirety is bound to you.  
Yet like the opposing Sun and moon,
You don't orbit around me, do you?

Will you love me
Not half but whole?
Will you love me
broken, though?

I'll cover my ears
when you speak;
because never, never
in my monochrome dreams,
do things flow
exactly as I think.

I love it when you type letters
with your fingertips
on my skin
backspacing my faults
and joining my freckles
letter by letter
until you’ve created a new word.
Sometimes,
you discover a new universe in the obscure abyss
and mark that with an asterisk.
In the morning,
you would press kisses
between the parenthesis of my smile
and bite ellipsis
on the crook of my neck
so that I would wake with your watermark.
I still remember that day
when you assured me
you are just a space bar away and
I am a story you will never finish writing.

"I promise,darling
that you will be filled with caesuras but no period.”