Dear self,
In losing you

Days seem blurry
Nights seem scary

Heart grows weary
Eyes turn teary

I lost the merry
I lost the power to write my story

I see better

when I walk away

from the self

I was yesterday

If I should want

let it not exceed

the number of fingers

on my one hand

Some will like you

others, perhaps not

if you like yourself- you can keep

everyone else from your thought

He said to me:

let's have a conversation--

I should let you know beforehand

with regard to opinions, I am very stubborn

Eyes are just the hardware
And good for looking only

Seeing needs the software
Of courage and curiosity
      
If not, all those optic curves
Are a bunch of useless nerves

I wonder what it’s like
To be loved by someone
Romantically

I see people kiss in movies
And run my fingertips along my lips gently
Wondering what it’s like

I yearn for it
But don’t know how to go about it

Her eyes were fiery
While her lips peeled away
Her sun was setting
But her colors never fade
When she bites she is bitter
But when she smiles she is sweet
Like a nectarine emblem
She’s the fruit of life’s tree.