i fell in love once
and my love was the ocean
deep and dark and unexplored
a mystery wrapped in seaweed
and colored with the shades
that nebula and dying stars
reserve for their coldest parts
it was an easy fall
like laying down after a long day
of holding up the universe
with only your pinky finger and
a stack of phone books
or like sinking into the water
not drowning
but hovering
just beneath the surface
air is just an inch away
and you are surrounded by warmth
by cold
by water
my love was so beautiful
their voice was a dying star
an explosion as life is melted into light
the noise of it absorbed by void
and absence
and nothing
their body was the oldest tree in the oldest forest
tall and wide and strong
and dying
but still beautiful
still green and lush where the branches were resisting
still brushing leaves across the sky like caressing the clouds
still humming the noises of a settling life
and since this act of falling in love
i have found that the easiest love to fall into
isn't romantic at all

The way you
spoke to me,
ever so witty and clever;
made my stomach
a sanctuary for
spring butterflies.
The brief, but simply
sweet looks you gave.
My heart, always
like a popsicle on
a hot, steamy summer day
in july.
it was always
the little things.

is there a reason why dreamy voices spill out
of every breathless breeze tracing
the mystery of her fragrance?

what causes the moon to yell its name into
a golden softness of her aura
permeating my desires?

why does the sun set fire to the tranquil sea
whenever her eyes shimmer down to
daring depths of allure?

where does the beckoning rhythm of gentle chaos
lead into a pool of humble familiarity
drenched in swirls of art?

why do cold nights whisper her prayers while lullabies
sing to the rolling raindrops upon eyes
in a season of romance?

how does the turbid murkiness of her silence
shake my soul as raging roaring tides
wrapped around a noise of lies?

when do scared footsteps of gripping regrets mould
a future laid upon mortified ashes
as snowflakes lost in blizzards?

and above all..

how does it all end for the both of us?

I couldn't stand thinking about you;
I started drinking about you.
Wine ran thin,
morphed to blood.
You called me psychotic,
I've just seen too much of you to be sane.
Like bruised ribs
and eyes black as the pit in your chest.
Where is your heart?
Washed away in the rain,
dripping through cracks
so girls below can catch a glimpse of hell.
Enough is enough.
The words inside melodies never say anything new,
but I listen on repeat just in case
I catch a glimpse of anything true.
Or things I lost when the flood broke my bones,
Making an enemy ship of our sullen home.

Those beautiful green eyes glance at me
And meet my gaze in the almost darkness
A comfort so novel yet so familiar
Settles into my chest.
Your bronze skin intensified,
Your hand slowly traveling across my thigh
Sends shivers down my leg guided by your hand
And I savor the moment,
Because soon I’ll be heading home alone
Wishing I could stay but we both know he’s waiting
And I can’t bring myself to deceive him
But this unwanted thought interrupts,
As you maneuver my chin closer
And you lean in forcefully, kiss me madly
Passion searing through your lips, your tongue,
Your scent imprints my clothes, unforgettable
Then you lift up my shirt, a cold hand on my stomach.
Don’t make me do it. Don’t make me stop you.
I gather all my strength, weak from your spell
And I stop your hand from ascending further.
Your eyes depict hatred - no - disappointment.
You don't want this more than me - I swear.
See, all guys like you have great potential.
You can make a girl fall in love with just a snap of your fingers,
But you always choose to shatter the fairy tale
With a hand that reaches too far.

I taste paradise
on your skin,
Come to Eden
again,
In the name
of everything holy,
How are you sculpted
so perfectly?

Admiring our existence
in the past,
and remembering
every minuscule detail
of that day,
brings me
a euphoria stronger
than the euphoria
brought upon
from the strongest
of drugs.