The sweetness became bitter
and the love fades slow-
The happiness sheds a rain of tears
is it time to let go?
The grey clouds lingering
shadowing behind me-
The road of life misleading-
a pathway I can no longer see.
The warmth replaced by the coldness
tortured by this pain-
The insensitivity of cruel words
in this depressing game.
The light shadowed by darkness
slowly breaking apart-
Disconnected with this reality
to end with a broken heart.

i used to believe that intimacy was
distasteful.
i used to think that the joining of bodies together was
undesirable.
i used to think that lips should belong nowhere other than on someone
elses.

but now that i have grown into someone
different,
i have come to realize that
making love is
beautiful.
because you stand there,
in a dimly-lit room,
bearing nothing
besides your own
vulnerability to the person that makes your heart swell.

and i have not experienced that, yet.
but i know that when i do,
it will be with someone that shares a love with me so
passionately and
wild and
extraordinary.
because i do not believe that your innocence is something you should
throw away.
you should hold onto it,
until it blissfully falls from your grasp.

there are so many ordinary things in life.
and so i believe that if you are lucky enough to find a love that makes
others wish
they had the same thing,

you should never let it go.


a.m.

you look my way with piercing blue eyes that steal a glance every now and then,  hoping i won’t notice.
when you laugh, you throw your head back and the perfect lips of yours open.

when my name is mentioned, you turn a slight shade of pink.
as you scan my features, i turn my focus to you while you avert your eyes, hoping i won’t notice.

i want to know you more.
     i want to know your story.
        i want to run my fingers over your
freckles,
scars, and
birthmarks.

is there such a thing of wanting too much?