though she is called
beautiful
for the way her body
curves, and how her
eyes pair with her smile,
it is her soul
i find most
exquisite

•|||°

she didn't need
a telescope to see
all the beauty in
the universe

the words
i love you
become trapped behind
my teeth,
it's a phrase so heavy
like the words
i miss you
and sometimes
in the break
before you speak,
i wonder if you're fighting
to get the same words out
as i am

it's become a swallowed
confession,
of an obvious truth
rather than a secret
because it seems so
clear that my world
levels with yours
but i can't explain how
touching your skin
feels like you are the
key because
i was a locked door
until i met
you

I looked at society in the eye
and asked her
why she's so flawed.

she glared at me before saying that

I cannot antagonize her
when all she did was
give identity to a lost world

in your toughest
hours,
may the universe
kiss you with
warm coffee and
vanilla scented
candles
while the chaos
brews
outside your window.

•|||°

i've always been told to love;
and that if i do,
i do it raw and passionately
but now as i sit here with
the girl i may love,
i am told i cannot

for her body looks too much
like my own, so i am to
love the body of a man
whose soul does not
match mine like hers does

i wish you knew how
confusingly destructive
that sounds-- i am to love
the body of a man over the
soul of a woman