he is fire.
a single glance from him sends an ever-burning blaze coursing through my veins.
he leaves me ignited, a flame brushing through the woods, higher than i've ever been before.
he is scalding.
enveloped with heat and light.
a fiery, raging inferno,
a conflagration,
a wildfire that cannot be tamed.
he is consuming.
all that he touches, he burns.
he leaves his permanent mark
etched into the skin.
an everlasting reminder of where he's been.
he is fire.
but he is also the
firefighter.
the only one who can save me from the flames.

you left me.
you're gone.
out of this silly, old town.
away from all of the disappointed faces, and frowns.

you're on to bigger things.
things that you deserve, and
things i could only dream of.
(i hope you enjoy Taiwan, it sounds pretty cool).

i miss you.
you've vanished, like a thief in the night
a bird in flight
and i don't think it's quite right, the fact that

i may never see you again.
but it's "okay",
i guess.

(but, there are some things i never told you, because i've always been too scared.
you have really pretty eyes. and a really pretty smile. and really pretty dimples. and a really pretty laugh. and you're just a really pretty person overall).

you won't remember me.
or maybe you will.
"the girl who admired me from afar".
(or the girl who spent her nights writing poetry about nothing but dead people, love, herself, desire, and you).
the girl who was always too afraid to make the first move.

i hope you know
that i liked you.
and i'll always regret,
not saying "hello",
because i was too afraid of
what might follow.

this is a secret,
can you keep it--
in your pocket, for a rainy day?
for your eyes only,
my dear, lovely,
i hope that's okay.

it takes courage to write this,
and give it to you.
although my identity is still unknown,
this will give you a bit of a clue.

i lack the courage,
and you could have anyone.
i am lanky and gangling,
but you are great.
i am helplessly awkward,
and you, never cease to amaze.
while i am merely a gust of wind,
you are the tornado.

and when you talk,
my heart skips a beat.
as if an everlasting melody,
has just begun to cease.
and i know, this is clichè,
but i swear, it's nothing but the truth,
okay?

i am not the best at anything,
i promise.
i've been told, i'm awkward and nerdy and weird,
but that only shapes the mold.

i hope you like (bad) poetry,
because i wrote this for no one but you.
you probably didn't like it,
but i hope it gave you a bit of a clue.

used to sleep easily
without thinking of you
used to go on social networks easily
without thinking of you
used to talk to you
to joke with you
to kid with you
easily, without any doubt
used to do my daily routines like normal
without thinking of you
but now
everytime i wanna sleep
you'll fill my imaginations
and when i wake up
i still have you in my mind
when i go on social networks
i'm hoping you to be online
when i talk to you
i'll stagger a little
when you make jokes with me
it's becoming more awkward each day
it's like i'm hiding my true-self behind the curtains
when i'm doing my daily routines
it's like i'm not doing one
because i always think of you

everything used to be okay

let me crawl into the vastness of your soul
i am tired
.
i want to nap with your deepest thoughts
i am worn out
.
let me curl up with your darkest secrets
i am exhausted
.
i want to lay myself into your curves and nooks
i am drained
.
let me caress your damaged heart
i am fatigued
.
i want to nestle your bruises
i am sleepy
.
let me burrow into your lungs with all that smoke
i am stale
.
i want to kiss your agony
i am empty

unbeknownst to me, it was here
staring me in the face

our eyes, locked
intertwined views
a static gaze
the face of one

suddenly
without warning
my heart sank
eyes flutter
lungs emptied of air
unable to catch my breath
unwilling to speak
blinded by the sight of it all
all is him

i fidget
he wrinkles
we smile
are such smirks out of fear
or purely of relief
here we are
together
at last

yet
we still long for something more
unsure if it is even attainable
we strive to achieve
our hearts bleed
our souls stretch
like pinched skin
rubber or flesh

we dance
rather stumble about
drunk on a love
high on each other

is this really it
despite my desire to temporally transgress
to seek truths
we must remain in our current state
the fast forward button is broken

wait
maybe this is actually repeat
although it could possibly be shuffled
i would not dare rewind
although the desire to pause is often present

all that's left
is anticipatory anxiety
and dreams

and you
and me
perfection? perhaps
purity? oh please
persuasion? plenty
poetry? positively

i cannot wait to see what happens next.
one thing is for certain
good
bad
happy
sad

this is the forever mix
only one question still remains
are you the dj or the turn table