they loved sundays
a time for family
good food
weekend stories
and hunting

there was a cottontail
adored by the wolves
they caressed her
and gave her a loving home
where she could run free and roam

it wasn't a problem, she thought
it was a simple banter in the wild
simple words said in the woods
but i tell you it would do no good

she was young and naive
raised to respect
but they were old and wise
which she did not expect

when she was lost in the woods
the little cottontail did not know
that they were wolves
a predator in the wild
and she was their helpless little prey
begging them to go away

The gleaming water of high
Profusely flowed through my tiny body
My tiny skull couldn’t muster
The planets, the stars and the sea
And everything inside me

It was beautiful, I thought
I was the queen
And I was the king
I was the sun
The moon
And the stars

Until I plummeted
From my own universe high
Heavy and deep down below
Barely looking up
From the fathoms below

i woke up on the other side
my stomach devoured my poor brain
my heart sank up to my fat legs
then my body melted under the bed

i heard you were gone
so little, so pure
believed that everyone
were good
and was never aware
of the predators
outside the woods

i believed you fought
but never had the chance
poor little body
on the ****** floor
but she still waited
by the white door

so tonight,
i put my hands together
and silently pray
for my helpless
helpless little prey

i like having you around, i love watching you sleep – wondering if your eyes are really closed while you reach for my little hand. i feel safe when i'm with you even in the dark. the sheets were too wrinkled and everything was silent. i told myself, this is it – this is what i want, i want to see and feel this for the next seventy years of my life. i want to fall asleep after laughing and crying with you, even after a bad day, and after everything silently folds underneath. i never wrote about love and agreed about what i said until i wrote about you. every trace and metaphors would feel like gloves you would try on. it fits, it makes sense and it belongs to you and only to you. the hours and everything around us shifts in proximity and was beautifully orchestrated in the air. i want to stay here, i want this again tomorrow, i want you again tomorrow and would still want you the day after tomorrow and the next, and the next.

three years ago
i lost a home
never belonging anywhere
wandering and writing poems
that never belonged to anyone

until today, as i watch him
lay his head gently
drifting slowly
and lightly

what did i do to deserve this?
this kind of love
that makes me hope
the kind that makes me dive deep
without knowing what lies beneath

i never thanked God so much
until i met him
my home, my serenity
the only love of my life
and to whom my poems of love
solely belong to

he may have left me
when he said he wouldn't
he may have yelled
when he said he'd stop
but i know deep down
we had something good

he's the only boy i married
at least in my heart
but marriage is a lifetime commitment
it's for those who don't leave
for those who love
and for those who are faithful

i've spent 1,095 days with him
but i do not wish to have my time back
for it was a beautiful time
and it was a beautiful love
that i thought would never end

you asked me before you left
and i asked myself when you left
how could you love someone
who is not yours?

you don't belong to me anymore
i'll never see another day with you
another sunset, another sunrise
another episode

i shall say goodbye
to the nights when i weep
with my tears in your arms
i shall say goodbye
to the laughter, stories
and the things you promised
to keep

but how will i forget?
a life that we built
and the love that we had?
and how will i forget?
the night you told me
that you want to grow old with me
and the day that you said
you are tired of me
now i ask, how long did you love me?