yearning
is a silly
foreign thing
when you
haven't wanted
anything
in ages

look at me
so full
of wishes
yet laid bare
of hope

never
did i learn
to want
what i
did not
deserve

never
did i dare
to reach
for the moon
when all
i did
was stare at it
from down here

i cannot
blame myself
for never
learning
or daring
because
why should i
when
i should have known
the moon
was unattainable
in the first place

you have always loved color
now it seems you're watching paint dry
stuck in a timeless position
unable to find out the why

it seems you've been painting forever
you look down at your hands and see
stains upon stains of latex and acrylics
but wonder why the canvas is empty

you search far and wide for a muse
anything for a drop of inspiration
just when you think you have found it
you discover it's under distortion

you haven't folded away your easel
so maybe you need to consider
you can get yourself a new palette
this painting can still be painted over

"I'm an open book"
She says

Written in
code.

mon cœur t'appartient
(my heart is yours)
as the sun sets once more
as the dark becomes a canopy
repeated religiously:
mon cœur t'appartient
(my heart is yours)

mon cœur t'appartient
(my heart is yours)
as time unravels itself before us
mortality may be a hindrance
and yet i remind you of this:
mon cœur t'appartient
(my heart is yours)

mon cœur t'appartient
(my heart is yours)
or whatever is left of it
equal parts ice and stone
eroded but if you'll have it:
mon cœur t'appartient
(my heart is yours)

this one's for you
for walking into the thick of the forest
and building yourself a shed
the woods are understanding
know what it is like to be crowded
and you insist you are not lost
only that you do not want to be found
but the secret trail you've left
although hidden and inaccessible
tells otherwise somehow

this one's for you
the self-made architect and carpenter
your stained glass windows
reflect your religion
you have made gods
out of beauty and kindness
but the followers stand outside
unable to profess their devotion
you have neglected to notice
you've built your walls too high

this one's for you
for being the world champion
in forever hide-and-seek
they say it is impossible
to ever count to infinity
but you have no fault in this
for seeing no end
people say you are childish
but it seems impossible not to relive
a childhood stolen away

this one's for you
the self-proclaimed unloveable
feel the sun kiss your skin
and the moon keep you company
you have not seen your joy
from a third-person's point of view
and you have concluded
that beauty is an omnipresence
if it truly is everywhere
why cannot you see it in you?