we’re standing in front of the theatre. they’re playing love,
a misunderstanding, a dream
that’s been killed by living it too much.
it is mostly trivial, this story of two people
desperately describing the sun to each other,
while only being able to point at shadows.
seldom they saw the same silhouettes on the ground.
is that ever enough?

it was enough for joy to linger,
as dusk painted your room in shades of red,
your walls zebra-striped. this eternal sunset.
it was enough.

we saw it, briefly,
looked away,
and walked in different directions.

and love remains
a misunderstanding.

Don't pay attention to the exact meaning
Of words
Theres lots of words
In the language
Words connect through
Syllables,
Sounds
And meanings.
Much like you and I
As we tune into each heartbeat
Of the word
And sway
Back and forth through fluency

Each step of communication
Leads to
Connected meanings of love
With the definition
Of truth
Then honesty

This is the only time we'll ever meet.
You could be in a cafe
Or a bus as you read this.

My words travel to your eyes
Like light into an event horizon.
Whether you remember me or not
Will never matter.

My name is not important,
But don't let that fool you,
Our meeting is as grandiose
As the creation of life itself.
For my light may flash
A heavenly bright torch

So long as your mind
Can make the right choice.

The bridge we built over the gap between us is rotting away.
This time when I walk over it, I may fall through it.
Your coldness left the bridge to corrode, we could have mended it together. You never let me enter anymore, you leave me with your silence at your front door.
Let me in, my dear. Let me in. Don't try to forget me, because you will only remember what I did wrong. I want to see you, I want to hold you, and make up for what I left hollow and broken.
Your smile, once illuminated the darkness that now surrounds this bridge, allowing me to cross without a given issue. That smile has faded, your gaze turns from me, no longer holding me in it. The back of your head is colder than darkest reaches of space can muster. Turn back, my dear. I need to see you, to engage you, to speak to you, to know how you feel.
Don't push me away. Don't run away. Don't hide away. Draw back the curtain to show me what is behind. I need to know. The bridge is crumbling into the abyss below. I need to know before it collapses, severing our connection. Let's fix this bridge together, let's regain our once strong connection.

Would you undress me,

if you couldn't hear me, just read –


my words on my skin?