"If your ever lost and feel like you need to come back home lay on your right side and know I'll always be  next to you on my left"

You were my home until it got wrecked by a hurricane of emotions

I was like puppet
invisible string
dance to her eyes
whether am aware or not

I wanna talk to you
Like I'm yours and you're mine
Slow deep conversations
At two in the morning

Us traveling the world
Like we're birds in the breeze
Exploring all the bumps
And the cracks on Earth's face

Hearing your soft whispers
Say "I love you" at night
While the world is asleep
And enveloped in dark

Your lips and mine touching
As fireworks light the sky
Burning bright memories
In our lives' pages

She sat still as her eyes followed the trajectory of the smoke rising from
The inferno of her ragged
But easy going heart, reminding
Her of how he would always
Release the cigar smoke in her ears
And whisper out slowly, You and I are Exactly like this cigarette, ignited,
And together we are like this
Smoke, streaming above, and how
She'd smile at him convinced,
Never releasing until now that
He was the billowing cloud
And she, the ashtray.

I want to paint your every detail with my words

But I fear this maddening obsession will put you off.

I want to write about your freckles and wrinkles,

About the colour of your lips

But I am afraid this creep in my head will drive you away.



I want you to read what I write about you,

But never saying it’s you;

To leave you with wet clouds but never rain.


I want to write about how you light a cigarette and caress my face with smoke

About how you revel in this beloved poison on your thick lips.

About how you let your hair rest on your forehead

Making love to your eyes.

About how you are wondering right now if it’s all for you.



I want to write about everything you were, as you were

About how you are, as you are

About how you will be, dark and free

With or without me.