In infinite stories,
And in beats I hear,
Across the street,
In your memories.
Oh, what I'd do
To keep you, forever,
Closer than all,
Farther than the truth.
In the scorching heats,
And in breezes of summer,
And in pooled up tears,
And your ringing laughter.
And in all those
Delicately shining trinklets,
Rubber bands that you stole,
I'd keep you.
Close, and closer,
Each day, more,
Idly, on the top shelf.
In my favorite read,
In the eyes of,
My favorite poet,
I'd keep you.
If not silently,
If not tonight,
If not in my longings,
And dark selfishness,
I'd keep you.
Even when you do not
Falter to stay,
I'd still keep you.
Softly wrapped,
In the warm blankets,
Of my balming words,
And my promises of love,
Hidden in these lines,
Your essence, and you,
I'd keep you.
To let you not,
Keep me, hold me dear,
From far afar,
I'll let you go,
And still,
In all my breathes,
And blinks of my eyes,
I will, yes,
I'd keep you.

I've lost.
In the dilemma of thy love, my lover,
I've lost myself.
To those endless confusions, I swear,
I lost my mind somewhere.
In the way those lips curl up to another lie,
I've lost my sense of realizations.
I've lost my sight to those hazy illusions
You put up to fake another try
And when they laugh at me
Shun me, with the truth
As I look at you
As if you're a painting
I sigh.
I've lost to your voice
Speaking to me
Whispering of thy love
My lover, I've lost this battle
With myself.
With this world.
And for one last time, as I look at you
As a puzzled mess of imperfect flaws,
With a sigh,
I feel.
I win back my senses.
I realize.
You're actually a painting.
Not to be weaved into poetry by me.
You're someone else's
You're beauty.
To someone else.
Because, i, with nothing more left to lose,
Have lost myself and everything else
In the dilemma of thy love, my lover.
And now I don't know
If I love you more, or my love for you.

Hazel.
Yes, that was his eye shade.
And a perfectly defined jaw-line.
Lustrous, dusky skin,
Somber smile.
Enigmatic, yet soothing.
And with a hundred poetic metaphors
I could define his beauty to me
But I fell in love
With the way his darkness
dazzled like a flame
smouldering him from within
Leaving me perplexed
every time I muse on
my reason to cringe from dark
afraid of what I couldn't see?
Or of what I just might?
Unresolved, every time
Every time, digressed
Hazel.
They spoke it all to me
Of stories written beneath the skin
Dusky, lustrous, a tinge of mystery
Somber, and enigmatic
His smile, one wonder of this universe
Hollow and dull and beautiful
Creation of the finest of poets
And I fell in love with him.