because look at them
gallivanting about
the avenues
and boulevards of your skin
as if you are not
the very accumulation of stardust
after countless supernovas
marked the end of old stars
making way for new ones,
as if your eyes
held not a single secret of the universe
even when it's so painfully obvious
with
just
one
glance
that that is not the case.

Here's to them
when they tell You
or make you feel
as if you're not worth a single coin.

*Because you're worth more
than all the treasure in the world.

and here I found myself
in complete radio silence.
You're the soft humming static,
the deafening silence
as soon as I close my car door.
There's a certain kind of peace here,
though what I have is emptiness;
what I have is nothing.
You're the cigarette in my fingers at 3 am,
if only I hadn't quit.
You're the portrait that I'd create in awe,
if only I knew how to draw.
You're every song and piece of poetry
that these hands will ever compose for months,
and even years,
and by the stars, sweetie,
do I know how to write.

I don't miss You
as much as I did a week ago;
I miss You more,
but not in the same way as love birds do
when la mia amata
just  
wasn't
the same anymore.
Do You know how love birds love?  
The pain of losing their loved one is so intense
that they cope with the loss
in self-destruction.
Do You know how love birds love?
They Love fully,

*even after Death

Sometimes
you
get used
too much,
and you
confuse bloodstains
for watermarks.
It’d be easier
to pretend like
nothing’s happening,
rather than admitting
that, deep down,
You were hurting.
And you were always hurting.
One minute
everything’s going fine
and the next
you’re breaking down;
tears flowing from your eyes
uncontrollable,
unbearable,
unyielding.
You
look me straight
in the eye,
and I knew
the words
even as
they caught in your lungs,
“Am I okay?”
I shook my head
and said not a word,
as you leaned in close.
In the silence,
I wondered:
Who was consoling whom?
If I close these eyes,
it would feel like
all of those other nights,
or perhaps,
this was still the same night.
And all the heartache,
and truth,
and yearning,
were seeking moonlight
once again.

-D.C.

Forgive me.

Forgive me, sweetie,
when I made it seem like I was alright after the separation;
after the crossroads where our paths split in directions
that led Us further apart when once we were inseparable;
our hearts and hands intertwined in love and in hope.

For as of now, it is over.

And I could never remember You, nor Your Love,
as something that did not put a smile on my face
as soon as I wake up, and as I fall asleep.

I cherished every day of Us

as if each day might be The Last.
That's why I always, always tell you that I Love You
whenever I had the chance.

I read somewhere that the only things that you leave for tomorrow
are the things you're okay dying having left undone,
and I wanted to spend every moment of You as something magical.
For the time I had with You was our own little infinity.

I was lost, and You found me.
I was difficult, yet You refused to give up.

And for that, I would rather spare You from the guilt,
and the grief, and the Loss of what You once had,

Because I still have it.

Even though we're no longer together,
it doesn't mean the caring,
and the concern,
and the corny jokes
that we both somehow find hilarious
have to end.

**Wyrda brought us together for a reason, Love.
And I'm happy that it did.

How are you?
Have you eaten?
I miss you!
Always remember to drink water.
G'night!
Sweet dreams!
Take care!
Sleep tight!
Don't stay up too late.
Look both ways before crossing the street.
Get a g'night's rest.
You can do it!
I believe in you!
Chase your dreams.
Breathe, breathe deep.
You can achieve anything you put your mind into!
You are beautiful.
You are amazing.
What you create is art.
I'm glad I met you.
I'm here when you need me.
I will stay.
Want do you want for breakfast?
Should I get you anything?
You can have the last slice of pizza.
Double-check for anything before you go!
Thank you!
You are worth it.
You are enough.
You are lovely.
You are Love.