I don't wanna touch my lips anywhere on a man's skin.I am rather interested in occupying a neat space in a man's brain.
    
  @ SPRIHA KANT

I sit by your side and I am faintly aware of how much noise I am making

I try to catch my breath without you hearing

I can feel the dirt and particles dance across my hands and I feel disgusting

I look at you, you are how life should be
You are clean without trying . Your body isn’t demanding of space.

This skin of mine is an ill fitting outfit and I want it off .

You told me you needed space,
So I wanted to give you the entire galaxy,
With all its shining moon and stars.

You needed to cry a river,
But I wished I could supply you with the ocean.

You were broken glass but,
I was ready to ruin my hands,
Trying to put you back together.
You're everything to me,
All the bruises and the cracks.

I know you can't see that,
And your heart hurts.
I know you think i'm ready to,
throw you into the dirt.

But I want to take you soaring,
Above the clouds.
I want to take your tears and,
Paint a masterpiece,
That's as beautiful as you are.

I want to kiss your bruises  and scars,
and tell you you're perfect,
As far as my eyes can see,
Because you light up the stars.

You said you needed space,
So I want to give you,
Every single planet in the universe.

Humans are as consistent as gravity,
They will always fall.

i hold a little rectangular prism
i tap a few little boxes. each is insignificant
on it’s own
abcdefghijk
swirling lines and choppy symbols
intermix and interact and interchange
gaps reside between them. why?
a b c d e f g h i j k
doesn’t it appear a little clearer,
a little easier,
a little more elegant?
why are we so afraid of spaces?
why are we so afraid of solitude?

Yellow stars, blue stars, brown

Looking through the window

Are you looking up at me
or are you looking down?

Smiling? Or with a frown?

Are you a distant memory?
Or am I new in town?

Many questions from my end

I will wait for the answers

If it means I can be your friend

Touch the stars tarnished with ancient dust
Gaze at the moon, round with the suns love

Of reflections thousands of miles away
As the incandescent comets fly and sway

And the planets hovering still around
Towards the suns rays they chance a bow

In the frigid darkness, silent in space
The stillness frosts the air like the most delicate lace