I looked for you
in other people.

But,
you weren’t there.

So, I’ll wait,
still, in the space between us,
until you feel the same.

I may not sing
But when I look at you
I can feel the thumps growing into melody
And it's all about you.

I may not see the beauty in anything
But I see all your colors
Shades I'm scared of, colored in deep unknown,
Yet I never wanna look away.

I couldn't tell you this
But when I lay my eyes on you
I feel as if mine turn into rays of Sun,
Only hoping that they reflect the light in yours so you can feel my warmth.

I hate what I see
When the mirror reflects me
But when I look at you I can only hope you see
A gentle river, flowing like the eyelashes down your cheeks.

Going over dark valleys, like eyes in disguise
Sacred places in dips and dimples
I wanna move there, would you let me stay?
When your hair drops over your face it's like a golden frame.

Imagine what we could be
If you weren't just a constellation in the sky
A clutter of space rocks in the back of my mind
And if it were just you and I
For you would that be alright
To feel and tell secrets and sweet lies
Is a small price to pay for human paradise

Like the stream of consciousness in your eyes
You desperately try to hide but that i know it like the back of my mind
And I remember every little thing you said about yourself
And how you like to spend your days and how your eyes they're tired but so full of life
It's like a bottomless ocean, in it
Death seems like no limit
And I'll keep my blind spirit
In your inexistence I'll go delirate

My selections of letters to you mean nothing
To me they're perfect poems written just for me
You make me question if my sanity really exists
Or do I just wanna hold someone and be a know-nothing for the hope of it all
When all this world does is fall

Paths lie before me
It is too dark to see them
I look to the sky.

It's hard to see from so far away-
at least, from what I can tell,
you are happy.
Happier? Probably.
Lounging in the 9th stratosphere,
maybe even so far as
just past the moon.
And who wouldn't take that trip?
The most I could offer was a pig
and some ****.

Maybe I’m wrong.
Maybe you would have lived life on the ground
but I never believed it.
Never wanted to squish you down to earth
and keep you contained,
bursting at the seams beside me,

waiting for you to understand what I had always known:
The ground under your feet was as needed
as the wind through your fingers,
the sea in your lungs
and the stars in your eyes.
And that you were always going to leave.

The grace of the divine speaks itself into existence
As we wash our clothes, mourn the past, and dine,
As we close our eyes and listen.

The truth finds its thereabouts
And reminds itself again
That nothing is meant to last—
The restless mind disrupts.