The soft strands of your hair
How it sways along with air
You have no idea that I still care
Knowing that you don't is so unfair

How it feels to admire someone who doesn't feel the same?
Some says it's lame,
But I disagree because in my life you came
I guess feeling it might turn me into a dame

How to love when it doesn't feel right?
There are things that I want to write
Feeling hopeless as they turned off the light
Darkness all over because you are out of my sight

I could never be calmed
by one who's in control

I could never be taught
by one who has it all

I could never be filled
by one whose heart is whole

But I could only be healed
by another broken soul

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no one looks at me
like you do
no one takes my fingertips
and slips them between lips
to lick off my essence

no one knows me
like you do
no one takes me inside them
like a simple hymn
simply undressed

no one touches me
like you do
no one ever wanted to know me
no matter how I sat simply
but you do

no one wanted to know me
until you undressed me
now it simply comes down to
two words
*I Do

I am certain she does not love me
the way that I love her
so full,
so poetically passionately,
so self-destructively,
so lovely,
In all her darkness.

A black sun that burns brighter
than any celestial body;
I would let myself burn
to touch it,
to see it I would let
myself go blind.

I hope she does not mind
that I love her so deeply.
I give it freely,
not expecting anything
explicit in return.

Hoping that she
will always be merely
one poem or message
away from me.