He counted the stars
to prove his love for her but
she's looking away

I fell in love with the way her eyes held all the secrets of the universe, and all the answers at the same time.
I fell in love with the way her words, softly spoken, released from her tongue, could bend and break without having to rhyme.
I fell in love with the way her hands, rough and calloused, writing endless poems and paradigms.
I fell in love with the way she is, with her ink stained hands and eyes that hold the secrets of the universe.
But she'll never be mine.

this is how I loved her
her words, her laughter, her sorrows, her pain
I made it all mine
this is how she loved me
broken, bleeding, jagged, destroyed
running out of time

To love and to be loved are two different things.

For one, loving means hurting yourself.

And to be loved is to hurt someone without knowing.

To my dear
future lover,
there will be times
where I
will be distant.
If you are hesitant,
please don't feel hurt.
I've always been quiet.
Even if I am too quiet,
do not fret.
I just need time.
I can't promise that I'm fine,
though. I could be bereft.
You just have
to trust me.
I don't need company.
After all, before I met
you, all I had was myself.

-m.b

You're no good for me,
I know, I know.
But I take you in.
Breathe, love.
Your name echoing,
Left my lips.
A taste of you,
Salty.
Just the way I like it.
Salivating,
You in my mouth.
You, you, you.
I can't get enough

-m.b

Meetingyouinmydreams,IfeltsosohappyandyouweretoobutIwonderifwe'ds­taythesameinreallife.Icouln'trememberthelasttimeIfeltsohappyinmys­lumber,reachingmetillIwakeupthatyouwerethereasonwhyIfeltlikeIwasg­oingtocombust

-m.b