I’m sending all the letters that I wrote to you.
Each on paper; plain, lined or scrap,
in pencil or pen with misspelled letters
and scratched out words.

A text would have been faster
a tweet would have been easier
but I can’t tell you I love you
in any less than 3 pages.

So I’ll take them to the post office
and send them out today
they’ll make it to you first
but I’ll be on my way.

tea light lanterns
     adorn
a spring fairy garden

draped
in a hyacinth melody
of lavender
        and whites

serenading a
   music box tune
atop
sun-kissed
      butterfly wings

deep-rooted
sentiments
       permeate
a sun-leathered
  surface
calloused
    and
        raw
mourning
th­e frozen tears
   of a
crestfallen
night

miles and miles that run between us.

whilst I am crumbling and falling apart and you are dragging your body through hell we stumble upon each others echoed voices
in the dark
the whispers make the stars light up above me and slowly guide me to you
and I paint pictures of you in my head wrapped in my arms with the pale moon reflecting in your eyes.
these miles are slowly shrinking and closing between us, this feeling shattering through my body like I'd pulled a trigger on a gun

all of the miles between us close in, until there are none.

I stopped believing in God
long ago.

When I was a boy,
my father would
scream and yell
at my sister
for her transgressions
and shortcomings
and I would
cradle a Bible
in my arms
in my room
and weep and pray
pleading for it
to stop.
I'm sure I made
some sort of
desperate offering
at some point;
a bargain of sorts
to take my soul
for hers.
Let it be me instead,
I'd pray.

All these years later,
my father and I
are estranged
and although I
no longer
believe in God
at times when I
find myself
backed into
a corner
I catch myself
praying again
throwing my pleas
in every direction
to any force that
will possibly
listen
and I begin to
wonder if a
prayer
actually can
be answered.

But I stopped believing in God
long ago.

The best kind of kiss
Is one that has been exchanged
a thousand times between eyes,
before the lips have even met.