I don't want anyone
to see through my picture gallery
cause they might see the things
and the people
*I'm afraid losing

Hello.
I’m writing to tell you that I wouldn’t write for you.

I’m stitching letters unto
letters
to form words that would
never
replicate your name.
Papers, unblemished;
ink,
unused
to weave something
reminiscent of
you.

Hello.
I’m writing a poem.

To you and never
for you.

For I write for those
who piece
my heart –

you never did;
*you never took it  
from me.

Sleeping shuts the lights;
sleeping shuts the night.
Sleeping's when the all of me
suddenly takes
flight.

But dear, you came
and then and there
I wish to be
awake.

Your eyes, to trace;
your lips,
to take -
to always see
your face.

it *****
that even after all the pain and heartbreak you never knew you've caused me
that even after all the sleepless nights I spent thinking about you
you are still my 11:11, my wish upon a star,
and I still light up every time my phone beeps to the thought that it might be you
even if I know, deep down,
it never is

for you i'd be willing to throw away all my pennies, rid my eyes of all the lashes, plant a garden of dandelions only to blow it all away
because it's always going to be you
wish after wish
heartbreak after heartbreak

your kiss gives birth to a dead star

The truth is I don't think of you
much anymore,
but when I do I think of you
laughing
late at night, happy
under the stars
with a love for another
in your heart....
in a city that isn't ours.