Two poets, hopelessly romantic
hearts and minds ablaze
and their love like a fireworks show:
brilliant and bright and beautiful and

     brief.

i see you everywhere
but i enjoy the most
seeing you in my dreams
because that's where you love me
          

                  a.p

I've been busy
too busy to write.

I'm too busy loving you to write you the love poems you deserve.

I'm too busy working so I can have money to buy you the things you like to write you the love poems you deserve.

But I'm going to continue loving you,
continue kissing and holding you,
I'm going to continue being yours.
I'll never be too busy to love you.

Who needs love poems when you're in love?

I’d like to say that I have moved on
and maybe I have
but forgetting you looks a lot like
the time you sent me home before running to catch the last bus;
I just kept looking back at you,
and right now,
I still am.

No matter where I went
The taste of your lips followed me
Every corner
Every store
The very breeze whispering by
Reminded me of you

No matter what I ate
I still felt those pills
Traveling down my throat
Cold water trailing behind

No matter how many times I tried to think of someone else
I always thought of you
The way you laughed
How you smiled
Why you noticed me
How your sweatshirt outlined your muscles hiding underneath

You're forever on my mind
And I can't get you out
I guess I have to say

You are my drug

o.g.