I wait for the day
you will love me back
               so I can write about
        how we fell in love.
I wait for the day
you will feel the same;
   the day your heart
        I can finally have.

I love you enough for the universe to conspire, to make up for this untimely love story – now plotted exclusively perfect, pending in the afterlife.

That night she met me in secret. Her gaze kindled down where I sat under the darkened sky. I told her about my day; how lonely I was amidst thousands of strangers. She said she was too, when the sun lit brighter down on me than she ever could. She went unnoticed, idled. She was lonely amongst the stars. She was the loneliest amongst the infinite universe.

A love was found
A love is lost
The memories resound
And the damages it caused

I can reach you
     through my eyes.
I can touch you
     with my stare.

I can undress you
     in my mind.
But to make your heart beat for me,
     I can only long for in despair.

It would have been safer
To claim that I'm drunk in love
To take one step close to you
And take two steps back

"How many times
     do you have to tell yourself
     to stop
     only to keep going?"

"Endlessly," I said,
     "until maybe I finally
     reach my destination."

"Where?"

"You might mean, to whom..."
     I answered.