My mom forgot to tell me
that it would hurt when you set my heart on fire.
She forgot to tell me that love is just as much pain as it is fun
and that sometimes the fire doesn't go out when the other person dies,
sometimes the fire burns you alive.
You forgot to tell me that death was an option
and that sometimes destiny ******* hates you,
or maybe its me who hates Destiny
for drinking and then deciding to drive.
One thing I learned from you is that cold showers don't stop love
they just freeze the desire to live out of you.
I don't know anymore if my heart is on fire
or if I stepped into that crematorium with you
but I am alone right now
and it makes me mad.

I will leave you
for miles and meters,
lost in the sound of my own feet
kissing the ground.
There are days I will not come back,
as I will have collapsed onto the ground,
allowing my feet to breathe
and my heart to rest.
But I will always see your face in the sunrise,
cresting the horizon with blinding beauty,
and wait for you to run after me.

Please,
run after me.

I was born of foreign blood
a fact that I cannot grow out of
and you cannot control;
But I am native to your heart.
You taught me that
I have always been yours,
that there was never any question,
and when my grass green eyes
reflect in your deep ocean blue,
I know that you are mine as well.

I may not be a poet
but when he undresses me with his eyes
even Oscar Wilde would be at a loss for words.

You remind me
of little colorful scraps of paper
pasted onto the wall
and called a work of art.

A yawn is stuck in my throat
and my feet have sunk in the soil.
I cannot move.
What lies before me
has cleaned me out-
body and soul,
mind and spirit.

Eternal life.

I was born with winter
in my blood.
I can feel the cold spread
with every heartbeat,
with every roll of the eyes.
I don't know why
I was born
in June.
I don't know why
I should celebrate my birth
in the heat of summer
when my heart belongs
to those winter chills.
I don't know why I must sweat
that summer sun
for only seconds
of snow.
I was meant
for other things
and different times.
I was meant
for hot chocolate
and snowball fights.
I have months left to go
until I will be home again
in winters storm.