I can't seem to finish a poem these days
They are all about you.
Thinking about the message that says

"I
Love
You".

Love. Words. Love.
All we have is words, all we ever had was words, though all we ever have is love.
Was thinking of saying that I loved you calling me golden, but the fact is you never called me at all.
And yet

"I
Love
You".

The idea.
What could have been, what we could have been. What we were. What we are.?

I
Love
You.

Don't carry your mistakes around with you.
Instead , place them under your feet
and use them as stepping stones.

I thirst with
an ache for
something I
cannot name

So in death I shall
quench my thirst

i am an aloe plant

waiting for the sun

my leaves droop

for it is darker

than i'd prefer

but i stay alive

i still exsist

i know the time is coming

when the light will emerge

and i will grow stronger

and you will too

to me,
you are
an art

                              to you,
                              I was
                              a tragedy