we both ran in circles,
chasing each other
like the sun and the moon.

upon waiting for our meeting,
we finally collided into an eclipse;
one takes over the other,
and the whole world stopped to watch.

the lovers' eclipse only lasts for a while
and as we bid our goodbyes,
we slowly part as we then again,
run around in circles until we meet again.

IA

Spelling secret messages
With my fingers
On your back
Of the words that I am too afraid to tell you.

Living in a fantasy
That is a reality
My younger self
Could never comprehend.

As we float downstream
I wish this river had no end
Not knowing if i'd ever
Get to see your face again.

But I open my eyes
And there you are
Standing right in front of me.

Paralyzed by your smile
I can only do the same.

Our times were great until we parted. I just hope I left you better than when we started.
The Devil's work.

You and I,
We were walking on the moon.
Not even gravity could bring us down.

Not a care in the world,
It was just us two.
Crash landing,
Home bound
Was the last of what we wanted to do.

the heaviest thing i’ve ever encountered
was the silence that hung low between
hovering bodies
—a weight bearing down on shoulders so worn
and chests so tight.
breaths quivering as fists shut, withdrawn of
any life and color.

the silence spoke volumes, it whispered
things that need not be said out loud.
the silence reminded you of the distance
that had grown over the course of time,
of the changes that took place but were
being cast aside for either one’s vanity.

this silence bore down on strained necks and
crooked spines. it demanded recognition.
but nobody wants to acknowledge
the obvious when the silence is telling you
it’s time to let go.

—210126; when silence becomes the loudest thing in the room, it’s best to acknowledge it and to take it for what it is

Sitting with you is
The best part of my day.

The smell of some
****** light blue American Spirit
Hangs over us in a fog.

You’re talking philosophy
At me, and I’m leaning
Back against a tree
Blowing smoke at the sky.

You are everything that
I have been looking for.
I know you’re not just mine,
But sometimes I like
To pretend that you are.

show me your art and i’ll show you mine,
tell me of your past, give me your time,
let me heal your scars with everything that i say,
just hold me close and ask how was my day.

hr.

other people defined love but she said,
"love is remembering the first time and how
you fall in love with that person,
everyday and even on the tough times.
it's not supposed to be a battle,
for love gives and understands.
it's waking up each day grateful
for love and your person;
whom you never wish to part from
to find your worth somewhere else."

IA