for I tell you
let me cry for I was made to have love in my heart
and yearning on my sleeves

It is so boring yet alluring,
So strong and weak in just a nick of time,
To drive all night without hesitation,
To come back in the morning with a broken spine.
To switch the role of a conqueror to victim,
And juggle stories to make up a perfect line.
In retrospect, come up with better answers,
To realize it's all a waste of time.
It is a moment of complete misunderstanding,
To fill the cranium with what is wiser to be off.
There is an end that points to the beginning of a new axis,
It turns upwards, completing the dimension of a cartboard box.

It is not gullible as paper, still able to be molded and reshaped.
One day a hopeless sufferer surrenders
And talks oneself out of the noxious place.
Outside the box, imagination blossoms peacefully
Without the coerced necessity to play within the walls.
New tales embark on unexpected journeys
Demanding the narrator be an explorer to behove.
To find out better moments in decisions.
To finish pointless crushing of the bones.
There is a start that shifts the living
After the point of no return.

They cheered to a bright, golden day,
But he felt his soul slip away.
He toasted with glee,
While sinking at sea,
A phantom in social display.

In the dark shadow of the early morning peeping shyly,  
A soft little bubble glowing brightly on the bedroom floor,  
Whispers of yesterday linger in the silence,  
With every breath, I feel you wanting more.  
    
Destiny calls like a Siren's sweet serenade,  
Dancing in the corner like a delicate Flower of Light,  
Through the cracks in the curtain, shadows start to fade,  
Holding on to dreams, we burn through the night.   
  
The blackout curtain imperfectly drawn against the intrusion,  
Protecting the world inside from the tiny heaven spark,  
Reaching in from a fiery source 1 earth's orbit away,  
Love so wild, it ignites the dark.  
  
Love's a fragile thread, bound by Fate,  
In a cosmic dance that won't hesitate,  
Glittering, flickering, sparkling like a brilliant gem,  
We’re snuffing out, relighting, fading then shining strong again.  
  
So let’s dance in the shadows, just me and you,  
In this fleeting moment, we’ll break right through,  
Love's a fragile thread, bound by Fate,  
In this cosmic dance, we won't hesitate.  
We’ll keep snuffing out, relighting, shining strong again,  
Dancing in the shadows, forever, amen.

it’s 3:09am on thursday
another romcom novel
lies
in my
lap

racing through it as i read
the same kinds of stories
yes, i know the ending, because

i need the
happy
ever
all-the-things

i guess i am no better
since i am a sucker for all the sap

i zip past the plotted out pain
skim through the lines
and find the ink-to-page artifice of love

it’s not real, yes, but
fills an ache-
(though never truly really fills)

of what you left behind
and how you’ve ruined me
at best

the dopamine
or cathartic thrill
dies down by the very last

but i always pick
back up these books
knowing my HEA is coming

   just
       around
         the
    bend

do i still believe it’s coming?

is happily really
meant for
me?

or is it just for the select few?

i revived this space
and came back
really just to say-

i heard you kissed
another girl
the night before
your wedding day

If you say you love flowers,
I’ll fill this whole world’s ground with blooms.
If you say you love books,
I’ll build you a castle made of libraries.
If you say you love night,
I’ll destroy the sun.
If you say you love chocolate,
I’ll craft a palace out of chocolate bricks.

But why can’t you just say —
“I love you”?