Last night he called me
precious.
He said that I was
precious
just like a
sunset.
But i am sure that
one day
he won't believe that anymore.
One day I will
let go of the storm
right under my tongue
that i have been holding at bay.
One day i will let waterfalls
pour out of my eyes
and drown everything.
One day he will wake up
and open his phone
and look at me,
or perhaps another girl,
but he will realize the same thing:
That i am not what he thought i was.
With my cold hands that match
a cold heart.
With blue eyes that hint at
a brighter soul than there is.
With light skin that hides more
darkness than the alleyways downtown.
With restless muscles that can only mean hidden rage.
And that sunsets are never quite what you see them as.

19 Feb 2017 ... You Are My Candle

A day , start with sweet and melodious sky
way of living is be like roaming in the night
good mood and light come easily in life
everything as simple as possible in every bite
read more words of love and play with tones
a memory of joyness is flow through by my foots
we don't need to be fast for run anywhere
just need to be slow like nature in everywhere
cause we waste most of times & moments
nothing we get in case of run for all desires
no one in the world is so good as way as we think
and no need to be good as way as we live
no more limits and boundaries create for each other
just live simple and sweet talk between all other
there is no fear in way of love when we smile
a lots of happiness is come simple when we alive
so don't lose hope in your dark and alone days
just be slow and simple no need to quit a way
oh god , my angel , where are you
i need your love for make my own blue
all my rythm & vibes waiting for your presence
just come fast and make a home  for my heaven
oh god , my princess , have you listen my all words
i just need your love for tell my all emotions
so much alone side , i feel you so much for my ways
you just like my candle in my dark and alone days
oh god , my mumma , i love you so much
i wanna kiss you again for make myself complete
there is no another life , without your hands and feets ...

There’s something nocturnal about our love.

The way I sit awake at 2 am dreaming of the perfect sunrise to paint you.
Or the way your lips always taste a little sweeter after 3 am.
It could be the way your mouth moves a little lower when we get closer to 4 am.
But maybes it’s the way you look when you fall asleep around 5 am.

I guess the simplicity of our relationship is what kept me around for so long.
But now I see the flaws and the possibilities of us never growing and it’s making me want to run.

Find someone who wants me at 7am when they just finish breakfast and are headed to work.
And they text me to check in by 8 am just to see how my day is going.
Or they sneak home on their break to kiss me at 9 am and whisper sweet nothings before leaving again.
It could be the way they text me again by 10am and tell me they love me when I head to work.

Maybe I just need a love that’s a bit brighter.

Life is just a joke,
And if you take it too seriously,
The joke is on you.

Sometimes,
I think
that getting a piercing
would make
me feel better
as if--
poking and prodding
my skin,
my face,
with surgical steel
and permanent ink
like I'm some
eighth grade
dissection lab,
would allow me to remove
and dispose
of all the useless parts
that make me
from the ground up,
like an architectural,
design.