Dear Universe,
I apologize for not reading
your messages before.
I just preferred to go
my own untraveled road.
You know me so well—

Youth, optimism
and stubbornness
were my strengths.
All these appearances
to decide for myself
with free will?
It was worth it.

Over the years,
I understood
that you are not my enemy.
You wished me to feel better,
and truly complete.
Now, I open your letters,
peacefully smiling,
without fear,
knowing I won’t find
false promises
or easy solutions.

You send me people,
situations, symbols, dreams,
and beautiful melodies,
carried by the solar wind—
that I take in surprising peace.
Even though,
sometimes it’s painful.

I think I'm cooked,
I feel the ache I longed for.
I'm restless, but I think
I got what I wanted.

I keep checking
and I keep thinking
about you and how you
might be thinking about me.

I don't think there's a future.
I don't think this will be
anything but the ache.
But I guess I never wanted more.

Looking at her.
Take a glance, there she was…
all over the place, yet so beautiful
you think to yourself, but you just don’t get it.
“How can others not get it?
they look at you
and not fall for you!
of course, they are going to regret it.”

She goes on about her heartaches and troubles,
wishing you could go back in time to tell them how stupid they were,
and with a smirk on your face, they would know,
it is now your turn.

You look at her worried,
about her smile,
about her lips,
about her arms,
about her weight,
and all the things that drive her crazy.
Yet you think to yourself
of how it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve laid eyes on.

You simply observe,
but neither does she understand the power she holds,
or maybe she does.
But she doesn’t make a big deal of it
and that makes her more beautiful.

All that ******* power
one “hi” is enough to poison you
one kiss on the cheek,
now you are impregnated with that perfume,
that smell…
it sneaks through your pillow,
whispers to your ear
reminding you to think of her.

You look in front of you as she stands so calmly
thinking how lucky you got
that you get to love her.
And now you promise,
You will take every chance to remind her,
that you love her.

Wind kissed souls,
at midnight.

World move below,
from top it glow.

Stars cover the sky,
so high,
the scene made,
my heart so shy.

life, has had its few licks of me – to envelop me in its envelope;
a sad message to myself. but don’t we all wish we were perfect
messages from God, a bit heaven sent? to the people who worry
what people say about them – their weight of words; drowning
more in people’s words, then any piece of writing in the Word

p.s, a well written letter to myself – I’ve been trying to line up
most of my better memories in alphabetic form; while holding
a solitary feather. I got stuck at the letter A, to list all of my
achievements

hoping to steal time like a stolen kiss; conscious thoughts that
escape my lips – speaking of me as someone you’d truly miss.
as I sign a message of my life in the ink of my fallen tears
       trying to stick onto the side of hope, as a sticky note!

W,

When I talk about
my past lovers,
it's only with
the intention of
making you
jealous.

Love,
ML