On the days that you can’t open the front door
without greeting that tsunami of grief,
remember that even the softest and sweetest peaches
have pits sharp enough to cut the tongues of old emperors.
The Chinese Taoists believed that the peach tree only bloomed
once every three thousand years,
don’t let your happiness do the same.
Bloom every day.
All day.
And even when the sunlight is covered
by the same clouds that loom over your shoulder,
keep blooming.
Just because you can’t see the light
doesn’t mean it stopped shining for you.

Technically my first,
But it was only practice
For the boys ahead.

You were just there too.
I didn’t care much for your
Big lips and bad breath.

We were our first loves.
But we were young and naive
and too gullible.

The football player
And the post gothic new girl.
Such an odd couple.

I could never tell
If we were in love or just
infatuated.

You played piano
Better than you played my lips.
Had to end it soon.

Oh god, I loved you.
Almost more than my sadness.
But only almost.

I almost liked you,
But then I noticed your gaze
Never left my chest.

It was a bad time
In my life and you were just
Another mistake.

Twenty years apart
And not to mention, my boss.
What were we thinking?

You were a freshman
And I was bored at the time.
I know it hurt you.

You ****** my sister
And gave me a drunken kiss.
You’re just pathetic.

Loved me since eighth grade,
But I always turned you down.
Our kiss felt empty.

I didn’t know you.
All I knew is that you were
Higher than a kite.

You wanted much more,
But I felt nothing towards you.
Just one more let down.

You had a girlfriend,
But it was late and you just
Got me with that kiss.

I should have listened.
You were just a drug addict
Looking for your fix.

We were more than drunk.
I tried to say no, but you
Just kept saying yes.

Our love was nothing but a paradox.

                  You taught me how to swim,

                                   then drowned me out at
                                    
                           ­                                        s
                                                               ­       e
                                                        ­                 a.

Your words spread through me,
Soothing my souls violent waves.
You’re my sedative.

It’s Winter and I wish someone
could give me pesky little lovebites
that I have to cover
with expensive scarves.

Kiss me until my lips are swollen
And even then kiss them back to health
Let your body show mine everything it’s been missing

It’s one of those nights
where I miss the way you breathe out the stars when you laugh,
freckling the sky’s velvet skin with drops of
gold.
Your lips were the sun
which I orbited myself around and
your eyes the moons which pulled my tides.
The Milky Way that was
your skin
felt just like Heaven beneath my touch
and your lips on mine ignited an incandescent
supernova.
And as I lay here now
I think back to the
black hole
that collapsed our celestial world.
All that we knew died.
Not with a whimper,
but with a
bang