I saw you in a dream
unexpected but nonchalant
as you always are,
your skin touched mine
and sunlight covered us both.
It felt like summer,
like time had stopped
and never progressed
to the moment you let go
of whatever was left of love
and affection and reverence.
I awake to chilly night air,
no sun nor arms to warm me
I check my phone, it's two a.m.
It's cold.

Spring opens up
something more
than the sunlight
through my heavy curtains
It creates new life
where there used to be ash

And that's what we do
getting rid of the old
to welcome the new

And we make do,
with every intake of breath
just for our lungs to have felt
more than rusty and dusty
old anxieties and panic and hurt
and to feel the new air
we grant ourselves

Because life doesn't end in winter
'cause humans persist
against the cold sharp glass of pain
just to see with their eyes
all the goodness and the warmth
and the happiness and the people
that we love and embrace with our souls
reconnecting and recognizing
ourselves in them

I love life
in all its uglyness
and all its beauty
I love people
so complex
and imperfect
and true
I love the world
with all that it has to offer
all that we've created
And Nature
for always being there
for feeling like home
I love
And love
And love
And one day I'm sure
I'll even love myself

a daunting friend
you have been
but as you get up and leave
all I really feel is thankful glee

My skin has melted
in the shape of your core
and I move
like a shadow
right beside you.

So I stranded
on the island of the lost
Someone "here your heart be mended
if you stay and pay the cost"

Salty and black tears
in open sea they flow for years
Decades lost trying to forget,
memories themselves hard to get

The isle is warm
but beings stay torn
For it is a mere rite of turn
barely enough time to learn

burning is
that world
that we were once
dreaming of

There won't be another day
When I lie and say
That it don't matter to me
That you won't let it be

Crossing your heart
You did your own part
Promising devotion
A new, familiar start

It wasn't the first
Nor the second or third
But it counted as such
In my eyes, to my touch

It felt real, your affection
Your regrets and confession
My bleeding self took blame
Didn't give in to the flame

Guess it wasn't enough
Loving her and having me
Tempetation sure is rough
To tied hands who can't flee

Just meant to be myself
And mean something to you
But guess my body itself
Was more distracting than good

Figured my heart didn't deserve much
But icy nights in desertland
And for my soul to hush
Its complaints to strand

You promised
Tied the knot to my finger and yours
But if we're being honest
Your promises kinda blurred

Guess you weren't the promise-keeper
That you promised you would be
Guess you are a kind cheater
That just won't set me free

As traveller I find
the ******* called time
only provides a blurry mime
of moments rich as wine.

I visited the dark corners
and opened ****** doors
where only lost ones you could find
bleeding out on broken floors.

But then again I've seen the warmth
on my skin like a healing balm
made of kisses by the sun,
closing wounds and glowing hearts.

There ain't no road with just one end
for where you came from
from exit to entrance it can bend.