I don't know how to turn you in to poetry anymore.
The words fall from my mind
without making sense...
nothing makes sense.
I don't know much but
I know that love and music
is universal
and that we are all one with nature.
And I know that I love you
more than I have loved anybody.
Somehow,
loving you made me learn to love myself
because the intensity of this feeling
is both beautiful and brutal
and to endure love is not shameful,
but respectable
and loving you makes me strong
not weak.
I can no longer be a ghost, love.
I can no longer be the enchantment that
haunts you.
I can no longer wish you were beside me.
I know you have wanted me, love
and I know it must have hurt
to resist.
I have to walk away now
and discover more boys with hypnotic eyes
and wounded hearts.
Remember to love her
and to show her that you deserved a second chance.
I don't want to be the reason
that she ends up broken again.
The pieces of me that you discovered
will love you infinitely.
Somehow,
you managed to fix me
by refusing to love me.

Your eyes represent
the river of tears I have cried
knowing that I am alone
and that you are with her.
You've left me here,
drowning me in every breath you take.
I want to discover you,
consume you,
love you.

Just let me adore you.
*I just wanted to adore you.

His silence discovered her, cutting in to her soul and revealing it to him. His ocean eyes
pull her towards him, begging for her lips, taste, touch. He found something
more in her. He was hers. She was his. But he kept his
distance, stopped his fingertips from touching her, tried to find a way of staring
at her without her noticing. Oh, but she always noticed, for she was staring, too.
Her heart craved him more than anything, he became a drug, a bittersweet
addiction filling her entire body. She needed those lips that felt
like ******, she wished he was a cigarette
so she could fill her lungs with him. His skin told a story
she'd never heard before, his voice was the record
she'd always listen to.

It was never enough for them. Despite the stolen touches in crowds,
or the bedroom eyes across the floor; they always needed more.
She wanted to kiss him more than she wanted her next breath.
He wanted to kiss her more than he wanted his last breath.
But they couldn't touch, for he was a coward
and she was a liar
and they didn't know how to love eachother
without breaking eachother's hearts.
So they kept their distance,
pretended that they were never meant,
pretending their heart's didn't ache
everytime they saw one another.
For the sake of pride,
they could not have eachother.
He was somebody elses
and she a wandering ghost
still drowning in his ocean eyes,
still lost in him.

Let me tell you about the first time I ever saw you.

The room was dark
and crowded
and full of sweat
and music.
I caught your eye from across the room
and I was yours from that moment onwards.
I approached you,
my eyes never leaving the dark pools
which were your own.
A small smile played on your lips
as you said hi
and I fell right there and then.
Oh, sweet love
it has been more than a year since
that winter night
and I could bear this love
as long as you kept your distance,
as long as you didn't touch me.
We both knew
the moment you touched me for the first time
that I would be yours for the taking.
You stupid, beautiful little *******
why did you have to wrap your arms around me?
Why did you allow me to feel your muscles tighten around me?
Why did you kiss me
so delicately
on the forehead like a baby?
And more so,
why did you return to your lover
after capturing me in this love forever?
Still,
almost two years later
I have to be content with bedroom eyes across the room
and stolen touches when nobody is watching.
Darling,
why are you trying to **** me?
why did you have to touch me?

*Why Do I Still ******* Love You?

he is wrinkled shirts and clammy hands,
alcohol-breath and glazed eyes.
sometimes he looks like autumn
his chest falling as the leaves do
other times he is summer
full bloom and beautiful
but most of the time he is winter...
i think his heart is dying.
he is trying to ****** me
but i'm not dying for him anymore
he's the type of boy who'll only love you
till you love him back.
he tells you about the time his lips were almost on yours
and says he felt nothing,
you remember feeling euphoric
yet say you felt nothing, too.
he was the ocean;
beautiful
brutal
and not to be trusted.

Maybe I've been wrong before
or maybe what I say doesn't matter anyway
but my love,
how I adore you.
I want to find your lips in the 2am darkness
and wrap my body around you,
holding you, keeping you close,
making you mine.
But darling,
you have another naked body to lay beside
and I am just the suffocating lover
that craves you.
You are hers,
not mine.
How do I take what is not mine
with these ghost eyes and stumbling words?

It is always the most unexpected people
that we fall in love with
for they blossom and bloom in our hearts.
If I had met him sooner,
we could have created an indestructible us.
If he had met me sooner
perhaps he could have been the drug
prescribed to me by cold-skinned doctors
who see depression in the form
of green and yellow pills.

When I met him
the only darkness I knew was
the colour of midnight
and black ink
but now it is a raging storm over me,
an abyss I can not fight--
Darling, I have become the darkness.

He was too late
to save me from drowning
in the pitch black of my broken mind.