I love you...
More than quiet trips to the library
More than a up of delicious iced coffee
More than cancelling Friday night plans
More than Tumblr and Pinterest
More than a new book that hasn’t been opened yet
More than the old bookstore smell
More than the coffee shop no one knows about so I’m the only one in it
More than finishing my homework early
More than writing a new page of my book

did this poem just write itself, is more needed?

every day is holy, you just need to reason why!

could it be:

laundry day, a fresh starting, a new cleansing sparking

stroking her face, squeezing her apple cheekbones, smile extracting

making kissing her forehead, caressing her thumb knuckle, into a weapon of holy war

early to rise, coffee maker man, a saint she declares, from night risen

tracing her heart’s shape with a memorizing fingertip, transferable
to your own graying forested chest

happy new day, an everyday celebration; Happy Lockdown Day!

You claim that
You're
Strong

A line I heard more than once.

But.

A strong person
Need not
Tell himself
That he's strong

He simply knows that he is.

He need not to look in the mirror
And convince himself.

So.

Whatever it is you
Have in your head.

C'mon, take a seat
And.

Talk to me.

To: the nineteen year old version of myself who's falling in love right now.

Love him.
Love him with all your heart, lungs, liver and kidneys too.
In fact, just love him with your entire existence.

Love him even though he will not love you back.

And it's okay because I need you to do that for me so I can grow.

Love,
Me

i just looked back on a poem i wrote october 2019 about how i thought a girl was "too pretty"

well ive come to realize i am a raging bisexual, so yeah! character development.

You were the only thing I wanted
You were my something grand
What I looked for my entire life
You stood there in the back of my mind
Watching every second
Protecting every second
But what can we do?
You were just that, a piece of my mind
No matter how much I wished you there
No matter how much I cried for you
Not matter how many worlds I built
Worlds where you are alive
There’s no way around it
There’s no way to have you here
There’s no way to trick myself
And I lay here, wanting, grieving
Sad, pathetic, trapped in a hole of darkness of my own making
Waiting and waiting and waiting
For you.