Les arbres et les ombres
Chuchotent au vent
Les épines sur les tiges des roses dans le parc
Sont juste un type de beauté différent

Tu es mon soleil,
  Ma lune et toutes
Mes étoiles.

Yet you continually shatter my heart
Into a millions pieces
I loved you like it was my last wish
Yet you took me it granted
My love for you burned inside of me
Like a wildfire
Yet you continued to extinguish it
And still.
It burned
Loving you is like a tunnel
Eventually,
I will find the light
At the end.

Mon soleil
Ma lune
Et mes étoiles

Je t’aime avec tout mon coeur.

I opened my eyes
Last evening
I looked over
At the full moon
It was shining
With shimmer
Like a signal
To the universe
In the air
It felt comfort
Knowing someone
Above is looking
Down at me
To give me strength

A healthy reframe:
to be jealous
is acknowledging
longing within,
when we detach
from that ache,
we become bored, disengaged,
angry and spew out apathy.

Sitting in the subway.
All fix their eyes on screens —
What does this sight convey?
Is this all that their lives mean?

is it curious that we spare our souls
through poetry,
but remain a closed book to our "family"?

5am,
snuffed between the fingers of the day
slumming stars and a night not fully broken,
the waking world, its petals still to open
is filled with silent promises unspoken

I‘m a man they said

calm and composed
For when I speak these knives come out
cutting the air on its way

For my lips are the whestone
sharpening the blade these words are
whenever I speak my heart

For the pain I carry is the dark obsidian
forming the edge
where I would fall from

We're almost touching.
we were walking side by side,
you're talking about cabs in your hometown.
I can feel the gravity of your hand, calling my fingers
whispering "it's alright."

We're touching but not quite.
you held my shoulder to protect me from the passing cars.
and for the first time in a long while, I felt so fragile.
In this world where I find it hard even to breathe,
you believed me.

I almost said it.
All I need is one ounce of strength to tell you every single thing that I have ever felt about you.

I want to find home in your collarbones.
Would you be kind enough to let a stranger in?
I want to seep in your being because I'm cold.
The world is harsh and my cracks are aching.

Almost.