My love is as fresh as spring air,
As tender as the a newly born baby,
As warm as the glow of topaz.
It began with honesty and respect,
The first brush of the fingers,
A gentle caress,
Much care,
Trust followed,
The reassuring hug,
Sweet murmurs in my ears,
I glowed.
Followed by romantic walks in the moonlight,
Candlelight dinners,
Passionate kisses that ruined my lipstick.
Every heart beat in me throbbed,
"Love, love, love."
Love has found me!
I am wearing it with a smile.
I accept the rose of love with its thorns.
The Cupid has struck.
I am wired with LOVE!

It’s nights like this
Hyped up on the high
Of post-sadness
And you

My music running laps in my brain
You keep me up, though
You make me like this
I get you tomorrow
To hug you
See you
Maybe even kiss you
But probably not

I do not want to go to sleep
Because it ends this
Feeling of euphoric silence
Because the music in my head
Is so blissful

I don’t know really
Am I sad!
Happy?
Alone.
Who knows
I do not

I should close my eyes
And let this go
And give into it all
But I am stubborn
I need this darkness
A lamp as this is too bright for me

I miss you
Now I sound insane
As if I didn’t before
Oh well
Goodnight nobody

the things that you do
makes my heart flutter,
and every time our hands intertwined
it makes me shiver.
the way you try to clutch my hands,
makes me feel merry—
like butterflies on my stomach, such a bliss—
and a sweet pie with a cherry.

Love is…
Love is everything and nothing all at once.
A mighty wallop of childlike ecstasy,
Blinding you;
Sedating you...
It’s beautiful misery.
Euphoric pain.
The high is unlike any other,
And the lows
Seep and sit with
The ghosts of Hell
Decaying like their once bodies.
And yet...
Here I am,
Thanking you for this pain
Once again.

Euphoria of returning to
the old seaside cocoon.
The place of change and shift
of heart and mind,
and tide which
pushed the town
right back
in January.

The next day we looked out at the promenade
in pieces like an emptied out jigsaw box
but cheered for postponed exams
so we could cherish important things,
like a night out at the Pier, and long talks.

Returning back
finding it’s still
just the same
as the train parts
through the hills
and forward
to the dead end
that began it all.

this time last week,
i was curled up in a ball on my bed
trying to get through my latest
mental breakdown.
i did get through it, just like ones before last week.
i'm in a spot in my life where
stepping outside onto the deck feels...
fresh and awakening, rather than debilitating.
going to my class felt new and inspiring,
rather than repetitive.
seeing you after waiting all week felt
euphoric & satisfying.
i'm at a point in my life where
i can start to pinpoint where things started going wrong.
so now, i'm making them right.
i'm thankful for it.
i'm thankful for everyone who helped
me realize that there are
things to be thankful for.

Candy melting through my veins.
I'd do anything to see you again.


Euphoria with just one touch.
Silly me, just my luck.


Your cotton candy and I'm fairy floss.
But I'd do anything to feel our sugar rush.

Looking in to the mirror of forever,
through the shattered remnants of the past and the future.
Longing for something that can never be conquered.
Like the fortress of euphoria that the heavens cover.

In a cloudy, eerie midnight darkness,
where only starlight illuminates the sky's broadness.
I venture to the realm of never ending sadness.
only to fall prey to hungry hyena's of loneliness.

As every part of myself shred to bits and pieces,
blood and tears shed for my own helplessness.
I started to realize that the tears are not for the pain of ruptures,
but for the pain of the heart that has loss it's purpose.

As I lie down and weep to the pain of loneliness and sadneness.
The sky's cleared up, moonlight shines the heaven's darkness.
I conclude that this is just part of the consequences,
of whether I really deserve to be in the euphoric fortress.