The moon comes to me,
at once with melancholy.
Like old friends.

I have a fascination with
all things love,
Daydreams constructing expectations
and a daily need for a thing which
I have yet to experience,
It's an obsession which has
evolved into a fear ~
Fear of a broken heart,
of a lonely life,
of distracted dreams.

~ Funny my ability to
overthink.

If the sun ate the world tomorrow,
I would not feel any sorrow.

The cockroach on a ***** sink of mine,
and I would follow
the same fate indeed tomorrow.

As we lived in the world,
we would all know
we were all equal.
Before all we were swimming in the sun,
if the sun ate the world tomorrow.

My niece
made me bangle
of letters, starts, unicorns|
and colored beads

Then it hit me
that's her poem to me
a set of random things
that sit beautifully
side by side
around in a circle

and I noticed that
that's the first time
someone wrote
a poem
about
me

the pram gliding across the lake

water lilies in bloom

summer

i want to talk about you
to everyone i know
i want to shut my mouth
and keep you to myself
my heart flares up
explodes with thoughts of you
and i can't catch the words
and i can't catch my breath

I'm too emotional
Good luck to my future wives
And their future lives without me
You guys will do great!
I'm sure that I've prepared you for every guy you'll date
And every guy you'll marry
And every guy you'll hate

what i’m longing for
is the opposite
of what i have now
a bustling house
with life, smiles & frowns
cats lurking in corners
and soups on the stove
warmth in the air
and hearts full of hope

there is a sense of hope
i can feel it truly
don’t know where it comes from
hold on, it’s holy

nothing compares
to the lightness of being
just one little firefly
is enough for
escapes to be seen

i need to preserve it
so precious and perfect
protect it from ember
and scream: i deserve this!