Under every breath was an apology
for daring to share
the same air as you
You,
the radiant rose in bloom
And I the falling, clinging dew

im not so sure i believe in fate
but i have no doubt that
i was in the right place at
the right time
when your eyes first burned
right through mine
another time,
a different place
and i probably
would have never recognized
your grace

i dont know if i should thank
Fate or the stars or God
for aligning our paths but ive
never been more certain,
i want you and i (us) to last
longer than the light from
long-dead stars that continues
to race through space
searching for a set of eyes to
validate the existence of stars
that no longer are

and like that light that continues
to shine though it source
no longer exists

your smouldering eyes haunt
my mind,
and my passion for you
will forever persist

remember me as a mighty river emptying itself, unalterable, unbodily

if there is
anything beautiful
about my breakdown
it is because
you
were the cause

i can feel the
summertime restlessness
creeping in
and i find myself
dissatisfied
with the places
ive been
and the place
i am in,
distant lands
whose names
i dont know
call for me
incessantly
(and soon
enough
ill go)

youre the reason
i cant sleep -
nights spent
vainly counting sheep
as i attempt
to delete
all the memories
i cant keep
(every memory youve
touched)
and when
sheer will dont do
i try
to drown my mind
to be rid
of you

your intensity
got the best of me
but now
id ****
to feel anything
at all

when the sunlight
kisses my shoulder
i find myself wondering
if maybe
thats what your
lips feel like

but you are
not confined
to the light,
i feel you
even in the night

the harshest storms
are like sunshowers
because
youre the silver lining
in my downpour

(and i find myself
constantly
reaching out to you
for more)

i no longer
measure my life
in the length of time
between sunset and sunrise
every moment of my life is spent
in anticipation of your eyes

theres truly no sating
or abating
this deep craving
of light
whose sole source
is your soul

i feel
a need for you
beyond control
or containment
its like a form of ordainment
to feel the blessing of your presence
what can i say?
i am addicted to your effervecsence

i will still love you
when your bones
are dust
i will
still love you
when every piece
of your jewelry is reduced
to rust
i
will still love you
when you feel unworthy
(i will
be with you
in every step
on your journey)
i hope you dont
worry -
no matter what it is
you might do
please, never forget:
i will
still
love you

i wanted to thank
all of the fools
that treated you
like sand
and let you
slip so
effortlessly
from their hands

dont think
youve touched
my heart
just because
youve tasted
my skin
(love
is not
skin deep)

despite writing
about you every
day
ive yet to capture
even a fraction
of what you
mean to
me

the most sincere things i have ever heard came out of your mouth at 3am in slurred words
and though your eyelids must have been weighing you down they didnt slow the stream of truths tripping off your tongue
   traveling through electrical conduits and antennae
    hoping that the ear at the other end is listening
  to an increasingly garbled
    but no less sincere
  outpouring of honesty
no one
     wants to hear

deleted

ive died
thousands of times
before i met you

every small death
destroyed
what Love
would not
accept

clothes dropping
like flies
my lips,
your thighs
whispered whimpers
subdued sighs