When you look at me,
can you  hear thunder when I talk
with eyes that watch you taste
a million waves of truth
whispering what I want?
Does it feel like rain
falls upon your heartbeat
like an old friend
and trusted confidant?

It has been said that nothing
can ever be
as elusive as one's thoughts
when you drink in their existence
inside your heart.
All your fears graze your memories
and you lose yourself
on the edge of not knowing
your remotest parts.

Do you treasure beautiful skies
when midnight sits
upon the bridge
that has hidden your lips
from my own
too many times?  
Or know that I can see you
growing weary
of the depth of feeling
embracing your heart
inside my rhymes?

There is nothing I could change
if I carried what I want
all alone.
So please forgive me
if you hear thunder when I talk
with eyes that feel like rain
upon your heartbeat,
know day after day,
the truth you taste,
is love's own.

These things,
These ******* things
My things
Your things
His things

Things we lost
Things we find
Things we hide
Things we pride

Things we own
Things that are known
Things that were  thrown away
For what we pay ,that make us stray or even ******* pray

These things that make us,
break us and make us known.
These things,
These ******* things

Sometimes its easy to lose control
Sometimes its easy to lose ourselves
Get lost in the mix.
Get lost in the shuffle
We can lose control of ourselves
We can become so hurt
That we can't see the path in front of us
We can lose that light
That shows us the direction
And shows us the way in the dark
Its easy to lose control of ourselves
But sometimes in order to gain control
We must be willing to give up control
And to accept that we can't always have control
In every single situation
We have to be willing to give up the illusion
That we can control everything

Lately,
I've been thinking
and dreaming through that rose colored glass
those puffy white sheets
they swallow me
whispering "stay here"
and Oh, it's tempting,
comforting,
the light is only bearable through that glass.

This kiss is a love note
A never-ending promise
A sweet, tender touch
Saying so many things
Without any words
Hello,
I love you
Stay with me forever
Keep me in your heart
As you are in mine
Your lips are a pen
Writing me a story
A breath-taking past, present
And future
This kiss is my addiction
I can’t live without you.

I would rather sit back and watch Scrubs than go out tonight.

throw my hair in a bun, put on my glasses and read to my lover.

press my cold toes into bare shins
I want to interlock fingers.
sit back-to-back and guess which knee he has cradled to his chest.

I want life to be simply complicated.

forget how many seconds make up an ounce.
I want hours to be measured in irrational numbers.

making shadow puppets on our naked chests,
we make breathing look like an art form.

knotted ribs and hip bones

...

that's all we really are.

With Buddha tattooed on my neck,
I feel like I might finally have a vague understanding of serenity.

Submerge my worries in drunken logic and suddenly I am floating.
Unable to keep my feet on the ground,
I make a habit of leaving cupboards open.

With my drunken intentions,
I lay my head in your lap.
You twirl my curls in your fingers trying to wrap yourself within me.

You are a rotting romantic.

My mother once told me to “Love softly, for love is fragile.”
It was then I realized that my mother had never been in love.

Love is a backstabbing ***** with no morals.

Love is merciful.

Love is red.

Love is rage.

Love is quiet.

Love is not fragile.

Fragile,
is my hand in yours at the end of the night.
When we’re too ****** up to function on the verge of passing out,
and you give my fingers one final squeeze.

I fight the sleep that is inevitable.

I watch as you dream with your mouth shut tight.
I imagine words of affection fighting to break free,
begging to make love to my ears.