A few solid strikes from a broken fist
My throat hurts from all the ***** I scream
It can't end
It can't end like this
I'm shaking
While I read
All about the sorrys
And how the time is not right
It's been a while since a tear left my eye
I guess the incision feels nice
Compared to the palm on my heart
But I knew from the start
Love is a gamble
The cruelest game to leave the lips of God
So I took the chance when I held your hand
And let my lips touch yours
Now I'll relive those nights
Instead of pray when I turn out the lights
I'd give anything to hold you one more time
Carve your name in my shoulder
So every night I lay my head
You are there at my side
I only hope when you're gone
You won't find another one
Or lose my place in your soul
I stumbled in
I'm not ready for the fall

I don't care that her hands are cold
the red on her cheeks are enough to keep me warm this winter
Even if our lips only touch in the split second of a goodbye
her mouth is the only thing I can pay attention to
'Cause I know if I don't I might miss it
And if I miss it I'll have to wait for another goodbye
and at this point I don't think I can handle
watching her leave and not looking back
I know it's not very polite to comment on people's scent
but I was told to speak my mind and when she moves closer
laying her head on my shoulder and my heart just stops
What else do you want me to do?
How dare she, make this poet wannabe forget his words?
"I fell in love like I fell asleep", *******
I fell like a cartoon stepping on the X mark on the floor
and a piano falls from the sky crushing him
but he turns out okay only for some random train
run over him again
It's too late for me to be writing poems or thinking about you
or writing poems about thinking about you
and yet here I am making out excuses
for things I haven't done yet
I don't blame you for calling me a creep
I do hate it, however, when you say things
that weren't meant for your lips
I could write all night, waiting for her to wake up
but it wouldn't matter, 'cause in the end
this is just another letter I'm too coward to send

I was leaning over the railings
Of your condominium's 11th floor fire exit.
It was a beautiful night, just a clear sky
Filled with stars.
I was smoking then while
You were just standing right behind me,
I leaned a little bit more.
You told me to stand back
"Aren't you scared?"
I told you that i have conquered
My fear of heights
Long before we spoke again
After weeks of complete silence.
I wasn't lying.
I wasn't afraid of falling—
dying anymore.
But that morning,
Your hands around my waist,
Lips on the nape of my neck
Just breathing,
I drowned.
My throat closed up,
My lungs filled with your scent,
My heart got heavier.
Your touch wasn't supposed to make me
Feel every inch i loved about you.
I was falling again,
Dying for your love;
I thought i have conquered my fear.

"Aren't you scared?"
Terrified.

May I kiss your on your smile?
May I discover freckle constellations on your face?
May I put my little finger in your dimple?
May I push my palms against yours?
May I talk futures, stars, universes, galaxies with you?

May I lay my head on your chest?
May I tap out your heartbeat on your arm?
May I remind you that you are flesh and hot blooded?

May I love you?

You have me
Wishing and waiting
Hoping and praying
Sitting and staying
Close enough to feel
Your hand in mine
Your lips to mine
Your breath and mine
Every song
Is about you
What I think about you
Lyrics line up perfectly with my thoughts
And every morning
And every night
It's you
And love songs
Anticipating
With the birds and the bees
And the flowers and trees
Waiting for the moment
When you are mine
For you have me

When I love, I
Don't just fall in-
I trip, and land
In face-first crash.

I like you in messy ways
Like your messy hair,
Messy bed, messy head.
I like you in messy ways
Like when you put your songs on shuffle
Like when you open ten tabs on Google Chrome
Like your weird handwriting
I like you because of your messy ways
Like sloppy kisses on my cheek
Like awkward hugs in the middle of the street
I think I'm in love with our messy days

I fall in love with everyone,
I'm falling hard for you.
You aren't something easily found,
you're rare,
and real,
it's true.
You've traveled such a rugged path,
but through the trials you grew.
This isn't all just simple math,
it's souls
and spirits too.
The future holds
what you can't grasp,
but you can see it through. 
And when I place it on a graph,
it all adds up to you.
Scatter plot the present and past,
you'll end up with the new.
But isn't music,
secretly math,
that follows certain que's?
No!
Music
represents our love,
for all that may ensue.
It's symbolic
of our emotion,
either happy
or blue.
It's what I feel,
that prompts my life,
with what I need to do.
The sounds i hear,
release my fear,
and in my heart imbue.
A fire,
I could never start,
without some help from you.