I miss you
And you aren’t even gone yet
From experience
I know how this will end

One day you will find someone new
Meet someone funnier; prettier
You’ll slowly slip away
All while denying anything is wrong

When you look into her eyes
You will see a future
When you look in my eyes
You see lust and desire

There is no future for us here
so why do I let myself fall in love anyway?

I don't believe every person has one soulmate

I think they have hundreds

The best friends who care about you when you can't care for yourself

The woman working at the deli down the street who always gives you a dollar off your sandwich because she knows money is always tight  

The man working at the bookstore who sets books he knows you'll like in the back so no one else can buy them

The little girl at park who's face illuminated with joy when you played hide-and-go-seek with her

Soulmates are not one person out of seven billion

They are everyday people

Ones who take the time to make your day a little bit better

A Rose sits high on her breast and a snake slithers up her thigh! She has a heart tattooed on her arm and an evil smile on her lips. In the small of her back the dark wings can take you on a trip. A vine swirls around her ankle with the names of those she holds dear. She has forever yours tattooed just below her ear. She walks casually by and gives you a longing stare. Her wrist has the words Devil May Care. She has long blood Red nails and on her fingers she has love and hate. She loves to make your girlfriend jealous, she is the woman they will love to hate. Across her slender stomach she has no inhibitions tattooed colorful and clear. She has wanton sinner tattooed on her inner thigh. If you see what is next then it is obvious you are her kind of guy. So if you want to get lost in lust, just let her catch your eye. You will follow the map of ink to sinful pleasure and she will rock your world. Be wary of the danger of the tattooed girl.

thinking
thinking is
thinking is not
thinking is not what
                                    you
think it is
you think it is
but it is not
what is it not
                        you
but what are
                        you
if you are not
thinking
a
human
              being

you've been thinking

but if
            you
asked a thought
am i
          you
it would reply
                           no

i'm just passing through

She lay in bed,
her body a poem
upon my chest.
A sweet perfume
of rose memory
wafts in the space
between our breaths.
A silent incantation
disorients the voices  
in my head and it is quiet.
Our embrace is poetry,
and there are no words.
Just the silence between
lovers, whispered nothings.
I hold her tight,
drawing her to me
intent upon fading
into the memory of a rose.

I was euphoric, ecstatic
when you held me in your arms,
and kissed me a million times
under the starry sky

Your love affection
and your lips is my favorite addiction
The way it touches mine
I feel so high that I can touch the sky

I can't imagine myself without you
My soul feel so lost and longing for you
I know sometimes we argue,
but I will never leave your side and always be there for you

Your laugh is my favorite melody
You are the one whom I wish to love to the infinity
Boy, I love you dearly
You are my dream of love