Nothing is personal
It's just your ego
dramatically making it seem
the trash is all over you.

the keyboard speaks
and I am silent
but we are joined
at the fingertips.

Desire is like:
a quiet torrent in my womb,
it flows rhythmically
whenever I dare consume
an alternative universe with you.

Courage increases the force,
I dream for the day,
when I am free without remorse.

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.