I want you to make love to me with your words and not your body. Impregnate my thoughts with your rhymes and stanzas.
   *– She wants you to love her mind.

Color me with all the colors of the skies,
Show me all the secrets that you wish to hide.
Lead me down the paths long forgotten,
Promise me that you will see only me in your life.

Color me with boldness of the sun,
Give me shadows like the moon.
Kiss me till I shine brighter than any star;
Love me until you have painted me in your color.

Show me how you mix wisdom;
Touch my body with the same careful strokes.
Give me eyes dark as night,
If forever I shall be in your sight.

Rainbow, sacred rainbow,
Never break your promise to me.
For the day that you would leave,
I know these colors would no longer be.

Every time I close my eyes it is your face which greets mine. I feel your hands caress my cheeks and comb through my hair in the gentle whips of the flowing wind. Your voice speaks to me in the songs of the bird, telling the endless stories of me and you to the whole world around him. I feel the warmth of your touch in the sun gleaming down upon my pale skin. Then, hearing a call I wake from my dream and find you are not beside me. My heart only imagines what could be, if I had such brash courage to whisper it into your ears. This is the desire of my eyes, to see yours meet mine in look of love that over time will never fade. So we shall never part our paths but instead, intertwine into a beautiful lane to stroll down upon hand in hand.

In finding you I feel like I’ve found a treasure, long lost by sunken ships 50,000 feet buried under sea. I wake up with a dance in my steps, a new song sung from the depths of my once frozen heart. I see the sun glimmering in from my bedroom window, brighter than any star on a warm, magical, summer night. The air that fills my lungs is completely different than the oxygen I have inhaled since birth. What feeling is this? Why did your voice awaken me from the comatose sleep once that held me a prisoner?  My heart screams out “Why did you start what cannot not be shut off? What made you awaken the parts of me that I wished to have kept forever frozen and never open for you gape at like some piece of art in museum?”  You have me exposed, left for spectators to critique and scorn. I can’t help but love and crave the way you understand me; the way you let me ramble about my passions, my poetry, and they way you share with me your desires and dreams. When I am around you, I feel as if I am a fiend who longs for the next high from a drug hid in the depths of his pocket. The country you were born and raised in is long left behind as you start your new journey here. It is a sorrowful struggle with adjusting in this foreign land called, America. The barriers are up high and wide, this nation callous and cruel to your being, your very existence. Your days are filled with worry and work, and your nights of sorrow and loneliness, longing to go back to the place that is stricken with corruption, war, and famine. The only thing that keeps the sanity is a text sent here and there between the hours of our wakened state. You haven’t even held or kissed me and yet, I feel as if I was the one who tasted of the forbidden fruits from the tree instead of Eve, because you are my greatest sin, and possibly my end. I have never been in love before, but if were to be I hope it would be with you.  For you have enraptured me, whether you chose to or not.

Growing up she was taught the earth was sweet, and that
People were kind. As she grew older she found the deceptive
Ones were the people she trusted the most. the earth became
The only thing that could be relied upon. the fruit that grew from
The soil, couldn’t be any more bittersweet just like the life she
Was given.

All she ever knew was to give love freely, but that others would
Take it away like it meant nothing. chances would be given,
Excuses would be accepted. crying became a normal habit
Just the same as with eating and breathing. words spoken
Couldn’t heal the pain the pain that was hidden deep
Beneath the scares she bore.

Time passed, years slowly ticked by and her heart was in the same
Drought that would happen every summer in her town.
The reasons she believed in life and love became clear to
Her as she discovered her true self worth. The rotten berries
Were tossed into the garbage, just as her heart was by the
Ones who claimed to love her. She no longer hid the scars upon
Her but left them uncovered and open, proud that she
Became the person she needed to be for her own sake.

The struggles in life gave her lessons she needed,
The lies taught her to tread carefully in paths of those who
Claimed to be the sunrise and sunset in her skies.
The bad had turned to good, and the once good had turned into bad.
The memories she had would never be taken from her heart,
But it was time for a better start.

Perfection is a disease that most everyone is suffering from.

We all strive for it, some die because of it, and some make it an obsession.

How do I write all these emotions flooding my thoughts that I should drown and my body be held captive by its sea.  You woke my heart that did not beat until the moment in which you called my name and brought oxygen into it. My days were dark and lifeless before you and you brought them to light with life. The moment the storm came I should have recognized my folly, oh how foolish my little pathetic heart was, enraptured with the promises of your love. I only wish then that I would’ve lain frozen in the rivers love than to have tasted the sweetest fruits from the world’s best cup.  How could you water your rose garden with so much patience and tender care, but tear it from its native soil and sell it to another man in the name of replanting? I did not want this. I did not ask for this.  All my days I spent wishing and longing for someone I imagined to be just like you. I never wished all those long and lonely nights to become a prisoner trapped inside her mind, and paralyzed the moment I realized my blindness in love.
      **–Love the brokenhearted girl’s truth.

The thing is that I love you too much, so much I cannot even gather the strength or boldness to admit my deepest, most pure, sincere feeling for the person I call a dear “friend”.  I find myself dreaming of you continuously, it is maddening how much I think about you. Do you care? I’m certain you have never thought of me. You have no idea how much I wish to be in your space, overtaking every inch of room like oxygen that you are breathing in.  I long to be the bed sheets that cling to your iced mocha stained skin, caressing you each night as you fall asleep. I would be greeting you with warmth each morning, with comfort and a sense of peace. If I could I would be your favorite playlist, each song feeding your mood and emotion. I would give everything to be like the shoes that are perfectly snug on your feet helping to guide your steps where only peace would lead.  Whenever you work, I only hope to be the pen in your hands carefully sketching words or pictures down on paper, so that you do not forget. I will be the skies that bring you sunshine and raindrops upon your clothed skin. I desire to be the shade from a cloud over your head as you walk; everyday making an impact in your atmosphere. The stars in the sky would not dare be compared to the beauty of the entirety of you. The way you laugh like you are ashamed to be heard, the serious look of concentration etched upon your face like an astounding piece of art held in one of the most prestigious museums. Your smile could put me into my grave at any moment. Nothing compares to you, nothing replaces you, and nothing I could want but you.