Love is gazing
Not at someone
But into them
Marveling at
The colors
Of their soul.

Love is patient
It understands
Why it waits
Or rather,
Who it is
Waiting for.

Love is heaven
It conquers all
Even mortality
Meaning that
The truest lovers
Shall never part.

They will find each other.
In a heaven so picturesque
It might as well be made
With the ethereal colors
That each one knows
Within the other's eyes.

words of humble insight,
shaded with anxious desperation,
my plea showing unrivalled jealousy,
seeking approval, sorting moments searching
for a pat and or a pleasant praise of dexterity.

you left me here stranded—
these words wove me into a ball
of fire, endlessly burning ashes,
an obsolescence of essence,
a dissolution of common sense.

dear universe,
please bring me a man who is smart, funny, kind, passionate, ****, romantic, wise, independent, and devoted
also thoughtful, creative, talented, open minded, grounded, active , forgiving, empathetic, and fun
must like dogs
thank you.

4/29/24

To be loved like a poem not a song.

With carefully picked out words,
thoughtful actions.

Not a fast rhythm,
but a slow gentle pace.

Maybe some people prefer that swifter pace,
with straightforward love.
However,
there is such an elegance
to the complexity
of slowness and quietness.

There’s a sort of peace that comes with
patience.

…

Love doesn’t have to be hidden,
but it isn’t also meant to be announced like a firework or wildfire.

I don’t need an instagram bio to make it “official”.
No need to publish anything,
or make a big debut to label it
as “real”.

Not because I am ashamed of being in love,
quite the opposite.
I care about it too deeply
to let it get ruined by the toxicity of people.

I also don’t think love should have to fit in a mold.
It doesn’t need to be the typical online love we see on our screens daily.
Understanding that each person loves differently
can bring together distinct personalities.

Maybe it just needs time.
The right soil
to grow.