It ended up like this:
First, please come in
OH, Thank you,please have a seat
Okay,(smile)
Blue eyes even bluer
You blush, big smile
They still got polaroid going?
Sure, Goodbye.(charm)

OH, this is nice of you
I really enjoyED it
Best luck
MSB.

Do I always have to be heart broken to write something great?

Can I ever settle down without being bland?

All these guys I date, with whom I've shared a bed

either fuel up or dry down my energy to create.

Too many guys with names that start with M.

too many uncontrollable goodbyes that I hate.

Oh Matt you're one of them, one that I tried to hold onto ,
but in vain.

Life is life and no one knows what lies ahead, so for now,

I will just put my head on your chest,
then we can drink some tea and go to a play.

I look around and meet pairs of misty eyes,
Blurry minds and lingering thoughts.
Words don't get through,
They're just syllables.(for most of the people)


Poems are means to shed light on mysteries
They serve as the path to eternity
I rue not to speak up again and again
Blaming myself for things I haven't done.

He is a boy with an all American look
But his heart is always somewhere else
He plays football in high school
Not a captain but always steals the show
O, Michael

He comes from a suburb of Detroit
Dreaming of going to Ford Field
but only for a little little while
He goes to Red Wing's game with his dad and bro
O boy from the North,  Michael

He studies Psychology at college
That's why he always reads through me
He loves to talk he loves to sing
but he never kissed me on my lips
O, Michael

Can you send me a message
just telling me how you have been?
How's the weather in China and how's everything?
Do you like the food there?or have you met any girls
that praised you on your look?

I will graduate in two weeks, thanks for asking.
How much I hope you can be here with me.
If you were here, we could go to that newly open place on Baltimore Ave
I guess you might like it, it looks like Honey&Milk.
Is my address still in your Google Map, and is my number there still?

How's your mom and your grandma?
Did Amy get over her heartbreak?
Well how did you know that the teenage love she had wasn't real?
Three months later here I am
Trying to deny my love for you.
O, Michael.
When are you coming back?
Michael.

First it was drizzling rain,
You can only observe the drops from particular angels
Smell the freshness of the dirt and suffocating humidity
Then it's thunderstorm,
Walking alone singing melancholic songs
And it's shower, I let droplets drip down my face
Dibble dibble ,sha la la

you are the hottest summer day

it is your tie that makes you sweat in May

They say it is too hot in here

But for me it’s moderate

You said you love William Blake

But that’s too hard for me to understand

And you could sing me a serenade

But you could never love me back.

His brows spread like hawked in Sierra

His eyes streams like river

He glows like sun in Arizona

Sorry for my poor metaphor

What if I could write for you

The sweetest poems you’ve ever read

It won’t make any big difference

Sorry for my sad attempt

Now that you have made up your mind

You tell me that I’m unteachable

And I could recite you William Blake

But you could never love me back

You said you're leaving in July
No date, only a smile
Status unknown, missing flight
Could it be on this date this night?

I counted the days went by
Bidding adieu to tossing minds

Parting has always been hard for me
But seeing you is way more tougher
Reminiscing is my strongest suit
But I know one day I'll have to let go of you

One year and eleven months
Farewell, Sean.

It's spring again
I felt the thrill of people here

So I started to appreciate every bit of
smell, rain soil and air.

Same weather last year,
drizzling rain in the first day of spring
In my black flora dress
In your stuffy study room

I was nervous, am still
for the things I don't know
Even now in Europe,
I still can't escape from myself

That should be my fate
For I will always be like this
until, until,......

Someday, we will have a picnic together under the summer sun like normal people
With grass so green and music so alive and your Hawaiian shirt so loud
  
Someday, we will go on those Sunday dates
Where people have brunch and mimosa at 11am
Spend the whole afternoon laughing with friends
Like normal people do

Someday ,we will have a quick lunch date
When we both become somebody we want to be.
But we won't have salad like most people do.

Someday,we will cuddle all night long after work
You will read the Economist while I hum a song.

But we are not a normal pair
I don't want anything special
I just need to be mediocre with you
And be like other people

Someday,this will happen when you come back from China
I miss you loads

I should stop obsessing over you
I tried.
I even made a boyfriend , for three months while you're away.
I thought now that you're out of my mind.
But just when I learned that you're coming back in January
All memories resurface as we were talking about work,and life.
You always say we are still young but i don't think so.
We are 25 Michael. 25. I should stop obsessing over you.
But i can't.so well, you know.

Dear Drew, Baby Blue
I'm no T swift but I write what I feel to.
I remember the way you said "oh boy" that time when they played
"look what you made me do".

Dear Drew,
I rode by National Gallery of Art this afternoon
Where we had our first date in the middle of June
It was the day with the sky like your baby blue

I rode by your place on Vermont Avenue
But now autumn leaves flying around and blocked my view

Summer night running on the Mall
Trying to kiss you in front of Lincoln Memorial
Now I ride alone.

Dear Drew , Baby Blue
Were you happy with me, that I will never know
We have not spoken in a while

Dear God, can you take me back to June
When we first met and everything was in bloom.
When we were in West Virginia and cooped up in that hotel room.

Dear Drew, how are you
How do you like Indian food?
I told you we could not work out
and the reality finally beats us

We had each other, but now what am I holding onto?
Can we talk ?pleas say sure I'd love to.

In front of the Union Station on a cold December day,
were us sitting.

Watching people come and go, fallen leaves turn and twirl, travelers and tourists rushing along

We were having Potbelly sandwich, meatballs and chips
and it was only 40F degree.

You and me, with a homeless man on the fountain stairs
quietly eating

Winter sun was shinning , a warm 40F degree day for me

Winter in Washington, D.C.
Oh it was never too cold for me

Because I had you
Sharing chips with me.

We dated like a couple,but no.
You are leaving for China, so it never works.
We like each other,but there's not enough time for the feeling to grow.
The affection is real,
But we are not a couple.

When I am with you I don't wanna talk about politics.
I wanna talk about the universe within me.

Something that's bigger than us, something also selfish.
With you i'm selfish, you brought out the best and worst in me.

I wanna talk about the things with immediacy
philosophy, literature and poetry.

I used to love to discuss politics, the
collision between different ideologies.

But now i just want to know everything,
Everything about you, your nerves, your cells,
Is a whole new world to me.

Read me the love song of J.Alfred Prufrock
Let us go then, you and I
To the nearest park and blend me in.

He's probably the closest thing to love
I feel him in me.
I would love to be with him but now know that I don't have to.
Cause he's love and I feel him.
He's the closest thing to freedom
The view of clear blue sky from my caged life
His eyes.
He's the closest thing to sun,
Radiates and warms me up.
He's the closest thing to summer nights, liberated and fun.
He is love, he is freedom and the sun.
He's heartache, raindrops and rainbows after storms
He is the closest thing to my heart and a boyfriend.

Fall on the east coast
Blue Honda Civic

Drives me through Annapolis
Chesapeake bay,cornmaze and crab cake

Winter on the east coast
From South Maryland ,to DC to PA
Black Ford Explorer that took me to all these wonderlands
Snow in without a fireplace
I ponder , staring at the snow on the grass
When will you be back?When will you
Let sun shine through my face again?

Dear, I'm writing at my desk.

Suddenly I smell the air of fragrance.
It's cherry blossom in D.C. by the Tidal Basin.
It's the lingering coldness in early March.
Remnant snow

The glimpse of sunset
on the D.C. bound train
Purple and Red
We're holding hands.

Smell of fresh grass near Farragut West
People watching and lunch with my friend
People in suits as they hustle here and there

I wish to be one of them. Now I am but I'm also away.

Orange and Yellow
Leaves Twirl

White and Blue
Frosty snow
I love you, but I gotta go.