I'll have my heart in a gift box wrapped in see-through,
embellished with flowers, dedicated to you.
I'll spread a smear of glitter on it, maybe a little gold too,
so it doesn't seem so bitter, so overdue.

I hope it's vivacious; if it was pumping still,
and with prudent words you would overkill.
Its liveliness--once, now long forgotten--will decay in your palms.
Daffodils and daisies will melt into your hands, betraying all qualms.

Being the human that I am, obliged me to always seek knowledge.
I loved everything. Everything was a wreckage.
The fact that humans can cause this much damage enlightened me,
yet the thought of persuing self-destruction further could never set me free.

I was distraught till I was numb to the bones,
paralyzed on the cold tiles, silencing my own moans,
because what future awaits those who are namely the sick-minded,
the delusional, the know-it-all, the blindsided?

For spectators like us, we set everything into action,
to those who are less fortunate; the earth is flattened.
Their ideas, their meticulous theorems and allegories would all be dispersed,
by those who ignited the fire from the beginning. By the universe. By us.

Love is painful
Real love is where you choose to go through that pain for someone and that someone does the same for you
And you both try your hardest to make the pain go away in each other

You lay & yearn
& I
will hit you
from every angle
& we
will listen
to the sweet sound
of our magical waterfall,
hear torrents of our love
rushing through us.

We met in a frenzy,
with heavenly kisses,
& I exploded
from my *****.
Grabbing your hips,
you felt the tremors,
buckled at the knees
& I caught you
before you fell
away in bliss.