you remind me of sunsets and hearths
that stretch on the line
where empyrean touches the earth.

the golden strokes with hints of red hues
blended with purples, crimsons, and daisies
reflect itself from the rhythmic
glowing collision of ocean waves
like sepia photographs.

as the last bright rays
fade into the night,
it rests a promise before it lifts
the blanket of velvet twilight.

from the horizon
you see the heaven articulating its thoughts,
“paradise is not where the sky meets the ocean,
it lies on your presence,”

i stay lost in you for a little longer.

Our story couldn't have been much different than how it turned out.
We were young,
And in love.

When you proposed to me,
I said "yes" in a heartbeat.
Why wouldn't i?
You were practically the most eligible bachelor in school,
With your good looks,
And a seemingly prosperous future.

It took me about an year to come to terms with my feelings for you.
Before that,
We had a namesake friendship.

My friends used to talk about you all the time.
About how charming you were,
How polite in approach.
They were all secretly envious of how you only had eyes for me.
How smitten you were with me.
I didn't realise it back then,
But it was more with the image of you my friends had created that I fell in love with.

When we were together,
I felt invincible.
In your company,
There was a joy unlike anything I had known.

We had our romantic escapades.
We went for strolls,
Walked hand in hand,
Were often lost in the other's eyes.
It was like any love story,
We took each other's breaths in,
Longing for any accidental touch.

You loved me,
You couldn't stress it enough,
And I believed it.
I believed it with every bone in my body.

Until one day you left me.

You didn't inform me of this new arrangement.
You'd rather I be left in dark.

After the seemingly endless anguish I went through,
I received a letter.

In the letter was a painting,
A painting of the years we had spent together.
But the colours you had painted them in were...unfamiliar.

It read how I took your focus off important things.
How I was the source of your incompetence.
How I made you less happy by the day.
How I had lost all that you had once loved about me.
How I had changed.
Changed irrevocably.
How you knew I'd never be enough.
How I was just an infatuation,
Nothing, Nothing more.

to you who i loved, now still do, perhaps soared, although vulnerable;
to you who refines a faint heart into a sweet growing garland,
your name echoes my thoughts and overflows my heart.
now, shall you whisper mine in one’s ear—
then i’ll hear the voice of the ocean
that speaks fairy tales and juvenile dreams.

to you who i love, always have,
perhaps more than a thousand times.
tonight, as silent as the wind passing by,
the night unveils once more, the enemy of anger:
a love that is safely kept in the wonders of the deep forest.
still, who is ire to interfere with two entwined soulmates?

my dear, the confidante of the moon,
i hear the hymn that you gracefully sing.
though love is but a triumph, too pure and fine,
your lips speak to beg; may this love never seek a forlorn goodbye.

but i know, dearest soul—sweet defeats bitter,
and my immortal soul does not age,
but instead, indeed grows love;
a love between us two; that, shall remain.

Perchance, my shy love,
we can unite passionately
as slumbering magnolias
awaken with the moon's
fancy,
in the summer gardens.

I reach with outstretched hands towards
the tiers of a fading sky, with no words. And I
preach to myself to hate desperate plays.
I hide these tears by myself, dismayed
by my lack of worth. Oh, how it hurts...

To him, I flash for the flavor of friendship
feeling forever fine in my fleeting eyes.
Over him, I’ll get a grip and still trip
around the land just for his hand.
It doesn’t matter who is near,
with him, I have no fear and no tears.
My wishes are as hot glass
when he molds, he holds and folds
my prayers with his wants no matter how old.
Through everything I stay,
for these desperate plays.

To her, I head, head over heels
hoping her happiness hears my heart.
For her, I race to become better.
So gracefully, I craft an arrow to start
piercing the evils that set us apart.
I wade through brooks as a crook,
looking for how to fall deeper on her hook.
I lie, I cry, I die with her, parting
anything between us. We can never depart,
she is my restart, she is my art.
Her attention outpaces any meal,
it’s shocking as eels, that she kills,
steals, my hurt for sheer thrill with sheer will.
And yet she heals. She heals with watts
that work to change my energy so powerfully.
Through everything I stay,
for these desperate plays.

lovers lie,
lovers be here now,
love is in the moment only
as nothing else

My body still searches for you
In a sea of bedsheets and stuffed animals.

I try to mimic the warmth of your arms around me.
I, once again, fail miserably...
Just like I did when you packed up and left.

My hands sleepily clasp at nothingness.
I am half asleep,
Just at the stage before waking up,
Desperately trying to find any semblance of you.

I was always told my insomnia was the reason for my lack of rest.
But what do we call it when I can not fall asleep without you beside me?