Poetry seems to be
An imagination
Leading to an artistic creation.
The truth is
Each poem possesses a soul
Which is really eternal.

We live and die
But our poems
Never lie or die.

It takes courage to live
Even if you have to
Take it one day at a time

Each moment you try to survive
Takes you closer to the time
When things will be better

I feel it raining,
On a cloudless sunny day,
Flooding only me.

it’s already night
my room is full of light

as it’s coming from the moon
it will be gone by noon

I confess my emotions to the stars
they get lost in the dark
but the stars still spark

as I see the night sky
I sigh

wish you would be close
but my feelings, I suppose
are something only the moon knows

- gio, 12.04.2020

I remember this day pretty well.
I remember this was the day that I knew you were the best decision of my life.
That we did it.
That you were mine and I was yours.
I remember every time I kissed you felt especially magical that night.
I remember you waltzing out of the bathroom.
I remember I felt invincible.
Like anything could happen and nothing could break us.
Like we were flying through galaxies at the speed of light,
but time was still.
Your eyes, forever the perfect color.
Your laugh, forever my favorite memory. Chicken-chicken a hilarious late night.
Dancing in the kitchen to no music.
Walking down the street in the darkness.
Falling off scooters.
Riding one two many on one.
Telling me I have the body of a Goddess.
Making love all day, only to cuddle in between. No food needed. Just love. All day. Every day.

I’m sorry if I ruined it. But all I want Is so have it back.

suddenly not doing what you had done for decades
not seeing what you used to see
smelling what you used to smell
tasting what it was you used to taste
holding what you used to hold
hearing what it was you used to hear

I live this life without you and it hurts so much
I would give up everything to have one last touch
The devil devoured me by the darkness of hatred
I look into the mirror the monster it created