i touched your soul
and scribbled my name on it
love, you’ll never get lost again

Having slept, the cat gets up,
yawns, goes out
to make love.

Asked how old he was,
the boy in the new kimono
stretched out all five fingers.

That pretty girl--
munching and rustling
the wrapped-up rice cake.

Summer night--
even the stars
are whispering to each other.

We’re the same in all the things that matter
Different in the things that don’t
And when I hope to never see you inject me with dishonesty
Or poison me with doubt
It’s okay, my love
I know you won’t.
You’re in my head
And in my aura
You’re glowing like a star
You make me heavy as lead.
I told you my veins glow in the dark
That my cerebral fluid is golden, just like your brain
And I knew you understood, that you felt the agony and bliss
Darling, you’re my migraine.

I promised myself never to give in to love
Never to let it take me
Or wreck what I’ve built
Never to let it be a noose
Or a sharpened knife
But then I looked into your soul
Your beautiful, green eyes
Your soft, brown hair
And the tuft that sticks up from your head in the morning
The way your voice cracks when you’re passionate
The way your nose wrinkles when laugh  
Your fingertips brushing over my arm
Or your thumb caressing my hand absentmindedly
Your eyes meeting mine and forming a cosmic bond
Stars meeting stars and colliding
Exploding in the space between my lips and your teeth
Because the way your hands around me feel
The way it‘s like you’ll never let go
Is enough for me to break
Because I don’t know when I’ll see you again
I need your touch and my heart on your string
Face to face, skin to skin
It doesn’t matter what I promised, because suddenly,
You’re my everything.

i wrote you
a letter every day
letters to tell you
just how i feel

written in neat, curved
writing i told you
just how sweet
i thought you were
how you made my heart
glow

letters in which i wrote
with various colors of ink
pouring out my whole being
to you

i wrote you
a letter every day.

i wrote you letters in which
i told you how you made me
bloom.

eventually
i found myself
pressing harder on
the paper
than i had before.

creating tears in them
similar in shape
and size
as the ones
inside of me.

i began to send
letters
with creases
and bumps
and stains
splattered with tears

pouring
from my eyes

as i wrote
the anger
bubbling within me.

my last letter
addressed to you
contained
no words

but was blank.
because
i had none that

could reach
as far

and deep

into the cracks
of my
heart

to describe
just
what you

had left
of me.