i would like to burn your name off my lips,
make you take back every sleepless night i spent
sobbing over you.
the problem is you do not know about those nights,
don't know about the little pieces of my heart that break off everytime i see you.
don't tell me unrequited isn't love.
it's simply the worst kind,
a product of what happens when you give your all,
and it's simply not good enough.

You pour too much, honey
You can give some to your self
Your bones were not meant to be broken apart
And to be given away as a parting gift
and your heart isn’t gonna take itself to sleep
to give way for another heartbeat
to succeed in making more songs for life to be lived
you deserve someone like your self
your lungs collapsed when you breathe
for anyone who needs serenity
you turn your back to your own battles
you were afraid to go home
when home became just a place
and you don’t know what happens next
you tried to cry
but the rivers were enough for you to sleep, so why?
You tried to look at your path
But you carelessly joined a troubled soul
And you waited for the aftermath
You knew.
You live by faith
And how it would lead to a better fate
You,
You tried not to worry about your pain
Learned how to live and love and die in vain
You deserve someone like yourself.
And not someone who broke you apart
Not someone who decided you were too small
For the eyes to see
Never someone who rated your worth with your color and melody
You weren’t gray
Nor the gave the slightest hint of happy
You provided yourself as the safety net
You never had one for yourself.
So, you,
You deserve someone like yourself.

Under sprinkles of stardust
in a midnight of blue,
the only place I want to be
wrapped in the arms of you.

Loving under the silver moon
as stardust falls from the sky,
as the love of our hearts flow
and our souls float up and fly.

A dance through the stars
loves fire ablaze,
blissful sensations
lost in a passionate gaze.

In loving embrace
through dawns first light,
as our fire of love burns
in glorious hues so bright.

In the warm rays of the sun
under a sky so blue,
the only place I want to be
wrapped in the arms of you.
~

the words aren't building right,
the syllables are off and
it doesn't sound right,
no
sad isn't the word,
it's so much more,
blue isn't the right color
nothing is rhyming and i'm
running out of time
and why is it sometimes so hard to write?

"Let's talk about the universe." She said.
I stared at her as she sipped her coffee.
I smiled.

She looked like art.
She's the painting I received from my grandmother
nine years ago,
She's my mother's wedding ring my father gave when he
promised as she walked down the aisle.
She's the new dress my mom bought in that old store at
sixth street.
She's the fountain pen I used to write with.
She's the cliff-hanger in every book I've read.

She looked like art.
She's the abstract painting I could not comprend but love.
She's got all the shades of black and white, but she
painted every corner in this room with the colors the
universe haven't discovered.
She's the flame on my cigarette, so beautiful I'm afraid to
touch.
She's the bittersweet coffee I had this morning,
so sweet it burned my tongue.
She's every piece of literature every writer wrote.
She's every living thing in this world.

She looked like art.
She was art herself.

"Why would we talk about you?" I answered.

My life lacks without a purpose divine
and I try not to settle
but can't find time to try

I'm clueless to the canvas
I only know the corner
that I've already covered

I was hidden in decisions
but now I need directions, so
which way are we going?

I've loved the wrong people
But I've loved them right
I've learned how to love
The people I shouldn't have
I've given up my heart
I've shown up my art
Expected what they couldn't give
But I've done it right
I've loved purely and bravely
But the direction was misguided
But I can't help to fanthom
That maybe one day
The right person will show
And I won't love him right.