Watching her sitting on the edge of that rooftop,
Two inches to fall, or maybe to fly
Enjoying the fresh cold air there
Moving towards her, getting near,
Reached her screaming face
She was too afraid of fall
Very near, my frozen hands escaped to her back,
Seeking warmth I said, but nothing just to pull her even closer
Asking for her pleasure
Wanting to kiss her, her lips
Slowly leaned in to get a moment of magic,
A moment of her.
And that's how I ended and stared my year.

What does it feel like?
My little sister asked
Fourteen
Beautiful
The innocent smile
Of a still naive child
Who’s never felt anything more
Than sweaty palms
In a big echoing gym
Forced to dance with an
Awkward eighth grade boy
For phys ed credit
And embarassment
What does love feel like?

Love is the awkward silences
The first time you hang out
And neither of you knowing what to say
Love is being best friends
Love is racing down back roads at night
Windows down
Music blaring
Slamming on the horn
And flashing headlights
And raising hell
Love is pulling an all nighter
To spend one last night together
Even though you have to work
At 5 am
Love is drinking Yoohoo together
Love is sending stupid videos
And care packages
Because his laughter
Is your favorite song
Love is his huge smile
He only shows you
After you tell one of your jokes
That no one else
Thinks are funny
Love is hugs
And smiles
And texts
And sniped photos
And late night phone calls
And life advice
Love is the tears
And the trust
And not wanting to be
With anyone else
Love is being impatient
Wanting to see him again
Before he even leaves
And love is knowing
Every time you’re staring at brake lights
That you’re too perfect to pass up
Probably

So I turn to my sister
Nineteen
Pretty
The watery smile
Of someone too young
To have been through so much
Who’s never known anything
Close to the perfection I seek
Only liars and cheaters
Who’ve left me broken
And empty
And I tell her
Love is

This feeling that I'm feeling
is like no other.
I'm lifted, in another level,
higher than my deepest imagination.
     You make me high.

I'm floating past clouds,
soaring with eagles in flight.
There's freedom in this sensation,
a freedom locking me inside this addiction.
     You make me high.

And I don't wanna come down.
Descending is not an option.
You ****** me into your mellow ecstacy,
I'm elevating to your love supreme.
     Baby, you make me high.

I need a fix of satisfaction,
'cause this fixation has got it's grip on me.
Take me higher with your adoration,
making me adore you, worship you.
Force me to crave you.
You have a hold on me.
     You make me high.

Can you please wake up and tell me, how does it feel to be dead?
Ears ringing
Voices drifting
Lungs choking
Fingers tingling
Images fading
Shocked eyes.
Tell me more about death
Where souls merge into each other
Where you feel purely without senses
Are you alive and we are dead?
We need to awake our senses to feel alive
But you don't
You are just a light weighted soul
Without the stress of the mind
You are too alive to wrinkle
You are too alive to think
You are too alive to sense
You are a soul
I'm rushing to join you
One day it will happen
One day we will merge
To the mystery of the other world

Cold Coca Cola at midnight,
Steaming showers and dripping floors,
Meeting her lips in the morning,
And holding her close like I adore.
Surviving without judgement,
And talking without censors,
Absorbing every moment,
Knowing it may not last forever.

Never is it flawless:
Sometimes mistakes call to fights,
But with patience and understanding,
Broken words can mend by night;
Kissing away the burning tears,
And sacrificing time to stay,
Hugging through the creeping fears,
But knowing tomorrow brings a new day.

And never before
Would I have allowed someone this close,
And I know in my heart,
I never want to let this girl go.

I met a stranger tonight
She was wearing a hat
She looked at me and asked
If she could take the bracelet on my wrist
She told me it will look prettier on her wrist
I agreed
Then she gave me a bracelet of hers
To remember her she said
She asked if she could kiss my hand
An hour later she was lying on a couch
She told me she took three pills and smoked four joints
I asked her if she's escaping life
I heard silence and saw wide open eyes
I know nothing but her name
Her name was like mine
The Indian definition of soul
And the Hebrew meaning of a female ruler
She closed her eyes
A black eyeliner painted wings on her lids
I smiled.
She felt it and opened her eyes
I smiled again.
Her tired lips stretched to a lazy smile
She said I'm weird and I act like her
I told her we should be friends
She asked if I'm escaping life too
Yes that's what I do
She closed her eyes to dream of an empty life
And I went to bed to write the night