Picture  a Rubix Cube.
Boxes fixed on an axel
Colored stickers plastered on each one.
If you are missing a piece,
The whole cube will fall apart.

The Cube will collapse.
Did you know?

In your mind, I bet the cube
Was shaped in a perfect box.
Symmetrical sides, 90 degree angels.
Maybe the colors in order, maybe not.
Either way, all parts in tact.

Picture a Rubix Cube.
Each box apart of me,
All Connected, with near infinite combinations.
Every side says something.
What can I show you next...

Is all in clarifying the question.
Why don't you just ask?

I am a Rubix Cube
And you will never solve me.

If you want to try
All you need to do is ask.

Just ask for the answer key!

What’s your favourite city in the world?
Mine is the City of you,
Though your physical features are the city’s main attraction
I’m far more interested in your back roads, your sentimental buildings and what your national anthem sounds like.
Everyone’s a city, I’m a city for the dreamers, hopeless romantics and musical poets.. And my love for you is no secret.
In fact I plaster it all over billboards,
I play it on the radio.
I paint it in the stars.
I don’t want a city map to figure you out;
I’d rather do what I’ve been doing the past two years,
Just getting in lost in your eyes and following my heart, over and over...
Again.

I love you,
for all that you stand for
Your city is loud, it’s brave. It has a voice.
You speak up for what is right.
Never soften your voice...
never harden your heart.
I promise you I love you
As much as a 21 year old can love.
As much as I can love.
Late at night I sit and write about you
And it’s never difficult
I sometimes wish the hours were longer so I can simply just enjoy your company more

Everyone’s always busy, always rushing
People... such fools.
Claiming they have so much emotion but never really showing it.
I wanna be a different kind of city to you.
A city that’s been knocked down but has had to pick itself back up again.
A city that’s not afraid to fall in love,
Over and over... again
Maybe we both have different morals, different hearts
But If we can inspire each other to be better and better,
The world would be a pretty **** beautiful place.

One more thing;
I’m dying to see you again
For you light up my life,
One day at a time.
You light it,
Over and
Over
And I’m falling
Over and over
.. Again.

..What’s your favourite poem in the world?
I hope it’s me.

my phone glows with a message from you and
a mini spark ignites somewhere deep inside of me.
your smile is plastered on my screen and
my face mirrors you.
you say words like they are water,
nothing out of the ordinary.
yet, you turn water into wine,
adding your own magic touch.
your honey-golden presence
turns into a forest fire between my legs.
getting lost in your eyes is like trying to count the stars,
endlessly overwhelming.
the moment you take hold of my hand, you take hold of my beating heart.
the tears you wipe from my eyes turn to butterflies that kiss the deepest parts of your soul.
and when my spirit becomes a desolate desert of despair, you envelop me into the warmth of your wings, and i am home again.

i found u in the white of my fears
it was the feeling of being floating at the heart of nightly skies,
where u, sparkling star, followed me,
not realizing that we'd be immortalized

as much as i could get away,
a dark hole took us a way to the other galaxy

a world alone,
where the rain fills the craters of your face
i flood myself into fright,
when the creek gave me back and asked me to hold you

the feeling has become an addiction,
a secret language
the awkwardness made building,
a concrete denial

without aim to define
i arrest u
i arrest me
at an endless moment