I rather have you than a thousand of the best summers because you come with all the best seasons.
You’re like winter when the cold wind lingers under my bed sheets and into my skin.
You’re like winter because a cold night mixed with warm sheets completes my soul like you do.
You’re like spring when the fresh flowers and dew rise up to say a beautiful hello I fall in love.
You’re like Spring because you have the most beautiful smile just like the sun setting with significant glows of red.
You’re like Summer, the best season ever, pressing on my cheeks like the warm sun.
You’re like Summer when the nights are longer to linger in the shadows where my imagination lingers.
Above all things I cherish your seasons because you have the feeling that is never ending.

I search for you in the late nights
at the bottom of the bottle.
I look for you in the embers striving to burn
at the end of a dying cigarette.
I ache for you in the arms of a stranger,
a man with different proportions,
a deeper voice, a rougher face.

I’m searching for you in all the places
you swore you’d never be
just like you swore you’d never leave.
But the pale hands caressing your satin skin,
pale hands that weren’t mine
burn in my mind and
I wonder how I’ll ever find you in the places
you swore you’d never be
just like you lost me,
when you swore you’d never leave.

You hang low in my sky,
     like the moon before the morning—
          an intruder amongst the burning, beating,
               rising sun of my heart.

You make my tides roll,
     and you’re too hot to hold—
          blistering my fingertips
               and branding the melting core
                    of my soul.

My father used to count the stars with me
He was the only man I ever trusted
And for good cause
He always said to keep my eyes off the moon when trying to count
because its light will blind you to the smaller stars
It always took time to find the moon afterwards because of the avoidance
but just now I know why...
Some lose the moon while counting the stars
and others lose stars while watching the moon
But I found my moon and every star when I started to count on you

Inhale,
exhale,
and inhale again.

Blood rises and quickens.
Rushing,
like the resin abducting my oxygen
and holding it hostage.
The smoke before me
that twists and dances and
duplicates,
making love to the air.

I look at these strands
past a foggy haze of uncertainty,
wondering how they fit together
even better than we did
when they are not
tangible bodies.

The strands, they don't hold a heart or listen
to each other breathe as they fall asleep.
And I wonder how this smoke,
how these **** dead wisps,
love each other better than
we did.

I miss you more than the sun and the rainbow,
I miss you more as this hurt and pain grows,
I wish to be with you, right now 
But sadly, I got to wait a while 

I miss you more than the festive season,
I miss someone and you're the reason,
I can't wait to see your smile,
But sadly I got to wait a while, 

I know that you're reading this right now 
And I hope you're wearing a big smile 
Even though this poem may not be perfect 
Understand it's my first attempt 

As the tears roll down my cheeks 
I'm in this mood and it is so bleak 
I know these rhymes don't make sense 
But my thoughts right now are quite dense 

I'll improve on my romantic rhymes 
Even though I don't make a dime 
But that doesn't matter 
What matters is 
You and I