To offer me friendship
Is to insult my love
The love I have for you
Could not pretend a smile
I cannot look at you
And not tell you I loved you
To offer me friendship
After all the bonds we shared
The tears we have shed
The passion we had
The hopes for each other
Is to insult and slander
Those hardships and memories
It belittles our own feelings
It escapes accountability
By pretending we are fine
I would rather
Look at you with angst
With sorrow and yearning
Than to uphold a lie
That you preferred to live by
We cannot be friends
Just as we
Cannot be together

The conversations you hide within yourself—
how beautiful it’d be if they found their way to me.

That man to me seems closer to the gods, than I could ever be

  the man who sits opposite you
          and close by listens
            to your sweet voice

         and your enticing laughter—
           that indeed has stirred up the heart in my breast.
            For whenever I look at you even briefly
            I can no longer say a single thing,
            my tongue is frozen in silence;
      
         instantly a delicate flame runs beneath my skin;
            with my eyes I see nothing;
            my ears hear no noise.
            A cold sweat covers me,
            trembling seizes my body,
            and I am greener than the grass.

            Lacking but little of death do I seem.

sometimes
it isn't enough
to just hug
or have my hand be held
in some sweet way.

i need you to hold me
like you mean it,
as though our souls
could actually
intertwine.

that's when it would
be more than enough.

I crave you...
like a dry lakebed, thirsts
to be quenched
with a deluge, of rainwater.
I long, to hear your laughter, sing,
through my screen
like droplets of rain,
on a tin rooftop.
I pray, to feel the ripples, of you
run up and down,
the contours of my body,
like crashing waves,
as we rock, and writhe, in shared ecstasy.

I think, of you:
my darling...

dearest you,

and picture your face,
glowing, like a halogen lamp,
beneath mine...eclipsing the sunlight
as your hands, move,
like currents, while you swim with me.

Your eyes, are reflecting mirrors
bright pools, that I can see myself drowning in,
and liking it, as I struggle to breathe,
and asphyxiate
as you circle, around me.

I wish you could touch my smile,
and feel it transfer,
to your own face.
I wish you would pull me tighter against you,
and wear me, around,
like your favorite sweater.

I wish I could just hold you,
until the thunder stops,
until the lightning, in your head,
ceases, flashing
its alarum blue...

until we are pulled out of orbit, together
and splashed, like paint
across the blankest,
brightest,
canvas

of stars.

Trading glances like thiefs in paradise lost

Taste of a teenage dream lingering on my tongue

Your retreat, traitor blood

Throwing stones on my window

Perishing into the edge of town

Roses grow in our loss

I am always
One call away
One text away
One email away
One street away
From you
I am always
There for you
But you are always
One step
Away from me