Against the night sky
The trees are but silhouettes
I can imagine those as regrets
Unavoidable
But gorgeous in a way
Like the way your skin glistens
On a rainy day

Like the way your eyes glisten
On a moody day

I want to go back to the beginning
When our love was fresh and new
And we haven't hurt each other
Back to when you were a mystery  
Before I knew all your demons
When our story wasn't written in pain

it's ironic how love is a tender thing yet it feels so heavy when it comes to you. i love you in sighs heaving out on my lips. i love you in glances i take when you're out the door. i love you as i swallow lumps that form in my throat. i love you the most in the smallest gestures of your actions, when you absently thread your fingers between your hair, when your tongue ran over from one corner of your lips to the other, when you squint your eyes when you read details in small font. i love you silently. i love you with distance i will never know how to minimize. i love you in ways in which you don't pay attention, in moments when your thoughts wander as you stare into an empty space. maybe that's why even though you're close, you're still so far away because i keep saying that i love you in inaudible whispers until they form a love letter in the back of my mind, hoping you could read it someday.

My points aren’t touching ground.
Plucked up by a spine
Holding my pages together
When the library is going up in smoke
Paper doesn’t need to breathe
It just needs to be the channel
The background of the universe
Bleeding itself into reality

i miss you.
i miss myself too.

for when I hug you
it hurts me to death

knowing these arms
are already chained
to someone else.

I kept poems
Hidden in the darkest corners of our house
So that he would not find them.
While in bed
I would look to his resting tomb of a body
And wish that he understood.