In this heart I hold your smile
every second of every minute
of every hour of every day
as its warmth and joy
will nourish this soul.

Love is
everywhere.
If only you could see it
the way I see it
through you.

It is difficult for me to recall your face,
not because I do not remember,
but because of the pain it recalls.
It is not the face I remembered,
nor the one I fell in love with.
You were someone else back then,
and you may as well have had
a different face.

I hate the way
your face reminds me
of a simpler time-
a collection of distant yet
unforgotten memories.
To this day I am left asking myself:
how could such a sublime smile
evoke such pain?
How can such innocent eyes
conjure such betrayal?
Whenever I see your face,
I can't help but wonder
what could have been.

My fear
has faded,
and now I dare
to love
you.

I wish I could fall
together
as quickly as I
fall apart

This love
like sunflowers
withers me and covers
me in the fallen petals
of what we
used to be.

I wasn't the
name on her tongue
when she fell in love.
At least she fell
in love at all.

We should not fear
falling in love,
for it is not love that is the problem.
We are in love with everything from
our friends to our family,
from sunsets to sunflowers.
It's falling so hopelessly in love
with someone where there's a chance
that love will end so fast,
not knowing when or why,
that you wonder what the point of
falling in love was
in the first place.

We choose people
so far from home
but no matter the distance
we never feel alone.

Today
I will pretend
it's any other day.
Today
I will try not
to cry out your name.
Today
I will try to not
to let it hurt so bad.
Today
was never meant
to be so sad.

It's like
a genie took my
favorite wish and
and laid it right beside me.

I can still feel your presence
through distance and time,
through the tears and the smiles,
and through the darkness and light.

Though I may not see you
if I close my eyes,
my body still feels you
despite the fact that
you're gone.

This world
is under no obligation
to be less weird
than fiction.

I wish there was
another ending to
our story because
this isn’t one I ever wanted to read.
We are both to blame for  
this final chapter and
I am sorry it had
to end this way.

I look for peace
in so many people
and in so many places
where, deep down, I know
peace can never be found,
and yet the things we have a
glimmer of hope of finding it,
we run away from.
Such is the irony
of this turbulent life.

It isn't always the light
at the end of the tunnel
or a brand new
sunrise
you see at first.
No, the first light
usually comes
in the form
of a person
during dark times.

The first night we spent together
was heavenly.
How we arrived in this Hell,
I will never
understand.

Be your own
flame in the darkness.
Celebrate the light
in your own life.

Our time was brief-
so brief that you left
without really arriving.
I did not even have the time
to say goodbye to you.
Our time flashed before my eyes,
and just like that,
we were strangers
again.

You are art
the way you are
constructed with all
of my favorite things
inside of a
flawless frame.

I do not
love you because
you are flawless,
I love you regardless
of your flaws.

Viking cats live
in such magnificent ways,
and he was no different-
Valhalla awaits him.

My heart remains
stuck in the same place-
immovable,
unbreakable,
but my love moves
and flows
through time.

I wonder if the lavender
yearn for her scent
whenever she's not present.

I wonder if the sunflowers
crave her little light
like the sun every night.

I wonder if the roses
envy her beauty
that captivated me.

You long for a
flower you haven't smelt
but reminds you
of home.

Love is like a flower
It can be so delicate
And when you are seduced    
with its beauty and delicacy
You will want to pluck it.
But plucking, in essence,
Kills the flower
Love is different.
Love is leaving it be;
Letting it flourish
and growing with the flower.
Love is watering the flower
when it needs it.
Love is letting the flower
Live among its kind
if it desires it.
Love is appreciating,
Love is beautiful
but when one tries to control
or mold someone into an idea,
this is when love dies

Perhaps I needed
a friend like me-
to save me from myself.
But all I got instead
was a foe like me-
to **** me to myself.

I fell in love
with an angel
but forgot that I was
a mere mortal infatuated
in forbidden love.

I want to hold your hand
through foreign streets
and kiss you under
foreign skies.
Baby, we're just two foreigners
lost in foreign lands and
lost in each other's eyes.

Her heart is a country
foreign to me.
I am just a traveler
admiring its beauty
in all its culture and
history.

If I had to choose,
I would say I miss
your accent the most.
Your foreign words
took me to a foreign place,
a place away from this life,
a place I called my home.

You are a sunflower  
sprouting from this heart.
I am filled with your joy and
your warmth never leaves me.
The sun shines down on us
and you and I bloom
for eternity.

It does not
matter to me if this love
lasts one day or a lifetime,
you will last in my heart
forever.

When you think of forever,
do you fear what lies ahead or
do you relish the endless possibilities?

Forgiveness
was never my forte.
I never try to forget,
nor would I want to.
Is this why it is
so hard for me
to forgive?

There was never any love,
no harm in letting go.
The pain came from grasping the thorns
attached to the beautiful ones.
There’s no regret planted here,
only trambled hopes and withered dreams.
No bad memories can bloom
in a garden that rejects salting,
but for the slower, grey days,
find a mirror and love the image
until the tears stop.

My heart
may not be broken
anymore,
but it is fortified.
You taught me lessons
the hard way and
I am eternally
grateful and
ungracious.

To break old habits
is the seed of change,
but to sprout, it requires the
fortitude of the sun.

You live, you breathe,
you laugh and don't even know
that you are all my
love, hope and inspiration
all at once.
Do you even remember this face
and what it was
to be as one?
Every heartbeat still beats for you,
for you are my blood,
my soul and my own.

There is no place I can go
that you will not follow
and no thought
that you can escape.
There are no days
that I forget you
for each second is spent
longing for you.

I want to be in many places
and many times
all at once.
But I am here,
inside me,
inside this reality,
inside this fragment of history
that we cannot escape.

I hope the fragments of me
left behind in your heart will
continue to make you smile
while I am gone.

Fragments of you
still linger in me-
tiny pieces still embedded
in my heart, my soul
and my memories.

Time and distance may have frayed
what we had, and what we could have had.
Yet I am still missing you and
missing what could've been and
missing what will never be.
And even though you are far away now,
just know that you are in my thoughts,
that you are in my heart,
that you are wanted by my side.

my baby girl
is like fresh laundry
straight out of the dryer-
so soft, so warm
so similar to home.

If you know me by my writing,
be prepared to know me by my silence,
for the demons from within and beyond
have choked the voice out of me.
I don't want to speak anymore,
I only watch and
I write.

Perhaps time did not stop,
but life,
as I know it,
did.
Whenever I look back,
I'm still there,
amidst the chaos
and frozen
in time.

Oh,
to feel your warm
and tender hands
upon my chest
to melt away this
frozen heart.