you are the best i never had

and i had my share

i have tasted luxurious women
and luxurious wines

driven fanciest cars
and travelled the world three times around

but i never had you,
my dearest grain of coffee

in all my travels
and all my women

i never had something like you

i never had those quirky jokes
those harry potter references

and those hands

oh those hands are the curse of it all
the way they touched mines

the way they grazed their story
alongside mines

without you, my cup isn't full
my coffee is tasteless

and my poems

are faceless.

your smile is a paradise
not lost like john milton
but found
by me and my hearts wisdom

it is indeed beautiful
words cannot express
minds cannot comprehend
yet the heart connects

although it is young in age
its been molded by pain and rage
the poor heart
it will never know love nor fame

but when it is in its darkest shade
the poor heart will remember your delicate face

our souls at night
become wonders of the sky
swimming in an endless sea
of despair and madness
only to return
to a body so helpless

wake up in a morning so vile
only to drink more wine
red, white its all the same to a broken
mind
taste the damage inflicted by the divine
for we are here, lost in an endless sky.