As I walk down the street
I wear many different faces,
I'm known by many different names and
I play many different characters.
I exist as many and I exist as one.

Though we meet many times,
each time is a meeting of different people.
As you shift I transform,
as I transform you shift.
We create each other;
what's mine is yours, yours mine.
There exists no separation between us,
we are one
together always.

Need a coat it’s raining
White grains from the cloud
To my past
There you are
Like a flowers’ peak bloom
Smiling
An angelical voice
Singing
The shiniest star
So captivating

Then,
When we’re young
I’m just a fool
So unwise
And so blind
Haven’t seen you
As you are
The shiniest light of your star
The lovely scent of your flower
The saintly voice when you sing
Now,
Was just a dream
Was just a dream

6-08-2016

Laughing green leaves
of youth with
pride of its beauty
At the dry yellow leaves
of old with
tears of its falling
Forgetting the green leaves
Of it's day of falling
Dancing like Devils
In the pride of its beauty
Green or yellow
Youth or old
Have to fall one day
Leaving all pride

When I die
No one will know
My stones will fall heavy to the floor
Each one engraved
Chiselled by primal hands
With another lonely sorrow
A cuneiform alphabet
I spent my life carving brittle rocks
In sights unseen

When I die
I die again
This times the last time

When I die
I will die a young man
My skin still beautiful to the world
But my skin grown cold
My forgotten dreams
A short time that was wasted
My rotting flesh
My blood standing still in my arms
That cannot hold

When I die
It will be because I've given up
And God shows me mercy

I have lost the sight of your yawns as they lengthen into sleep,
the smell of your skin when it is clean but free from cologne has lost me,

I have forgotten what it feels like to kiss you and see galaxies,
or feel bursts of energy, warmth and tragedy all at once, every time,
I have lost the rush in my bones reminding me that you were mine.

I tried to recreate the constellations your freckles used to make,
but I laid awake and could not see a single star.

That thought used to make me cower, even in my sleep,
and wither in my hollowed wake, but today I do not ache,
not even for you.

A point came where I could not feel at all but pain
But now I do not hurt at all.
This feeling is unfamiliar.
Foreign winds have replaced old currents that settled in one path too strong, and left me cold,
but they are now gone.

I had forgotten what it felt like to not be petrified of apathy,
to not be scared of forgetting the first night you took my body,
believe me, I thought I would never breathe the feeling of discovery again
after months of trying to replace the rushing feeling of breath on my skin,

But I tried tonight to recall details of those encounters,
the ones where you took my soul and I was not sure if I would get it back,

and I could not bring life to any of the memories I one time
feared would never die,

I have waited for this day and now I can finally say it.
healing from heartbreak
is more of a purge, a surge of emotions you cannot differentiate from real or fake as they take over your body,
and there I was, losing it all at once,
and I was left open on a stranger's bed, begging for a minute where
you did not fill my head,
appeasing to God for a day in which my heart did not bend at the thought of never experiencing a rushing heartbeat
without having to take off my clothes
again.

I was willing to give up anything for goosebumps on my skin,
anything to remind me that I was a human,
without you.

But I did it and I want you to know that,
I hope one day you see it because I finally truly feel it.

I do not love you anymore.
or miss you anymore,
I do not think of you when I think of love or *** or adventure anymore,
I do not see you when I picture late July days and sandy toes and sweaty palms from holding on too long,

my heart is free for the taking and I want you to know that,
though you will not care or look for me somehow,
I do not want you back anymore and I wish you could see me now,