What's in a title
but a taste of what's to come
what's in the first word
that lurked in the writer's mind
followed by a flood
of words

What's in the first glance
at the capital letter resting above all
but a rush of curiosity
to dissect the ideas later

What's in the boldness of it
but the courage to stand tall
and heavy with the bulk of the story

What's in the thought behind it all
but a chaotic idea
brought
to balance the tumultuous
ramblings
of a scared mind
only alive
under a title
in bold and capital

I feel that my body is melting
and blending in to the ground
this weak feeling is the death of all things colored

This drained sensation
settles in the bags under my eyes
and creates its own nocturnal colors

This pale color paints my skin
with a yellowish hue, from my face
to my toes

This feeble aura
attacks me in the worst states
causing my head to twirl and rest to one side
burdening my eye lids with weight
that sleep and only sleep understands

This sleepless image
that made its way to my legs and body
had found a void to fill
and core to call home
paving the way to insomnia
oh please NO..

This..

this poem
is not about you

even though
your spirit is in every word
your voice sounds strong
in the halls of my mind
telling me things
I am now sure
I want to know

this poem is
about me

trying to understand
you

I have always dreamt of a lover
whose complexion teases mine
with its darkness
that sun-kissed muscular
physique

I have always dreamt of a lover
whose arms embrace me
pull my pieces together
after I myself have been shattered

I have always dreamt of a lover
who will "woo me with his words" (quoted)
as I fall into slumber after a drunken night

I have always dreamt of a lover
who will draw me and curve my silhouette
into the most beautiful muses

I have always dreamt
isn't that the best
part?

Your kiss has shown
me fireworks
even with
eyes
clos
ed

If your brain was sane
would it push me against the wall
on the ***** stairs of my street
and kiss me drunk

If your brain was sane
would it defy all the bombs
of "no's" and escape the quiet
mines that lie beneath
that playground
of buried
"i think i
love you"

Flip me to the side
where my darkest days
have a ball

Flip me to the side
where my innocence
dissolves into mature
realizations

Flip me to the side
where my naivety
transforms me
into a woman of rationale

Flip me to the side
where my smiles
are only read
by those close

Flip me to the side
where my chest
holds nothing more
but tar infused lungs
protecting a heart
that's too strong
to be loved

Flip me to the side
where my anger burns
through the ocean blue
of my eyes

Flip me to the side
where I no longer
hand you my knife
to stab me
in the back

Flip me to the side
where you'd meet me
undressed from all
the chains
that held me back
from speaking my mind
because
"good girls
say nothing"

I looked into his eyes
and melted into a sea of emotions
fearless of the unknown
I floated over tears of confusion

I looked into his eyes
and
earthquaked his nerves
shaking his hands
as he ran them through my hair
Tangled
with years passed
and knots of "i don't knows"
I just lay there
quiet
the night
fused my nocturnal sense
with my day time,
this magic over came
all things shy

I am flowing,
floating.. wait
what

My fingers
drew futures on his back
and he was the star that won my heart
My fingers lingered, generating ripples
of goosebumps echoing all what he wanted to say
but couldn't
numb under my control, my magic
my human touch that's so rare today

My breaths created a language
that I and only know how to translate

My eyes, my hands
my body
him, me
night, day
stars
Dawn..

Good morning love,