The most tragic love stories
Are the ones where,
There's too much love
To match the too much
Distance.

But how could someone like him possibly love someone like me?
For he was incomparable to the whole galaxy.
And I?
For I was a barely one star,
A merely lit star.

I thought,
Maybe I only wrote when I was in love.
But you see,
I still am.
It's just now he's gone,
And I can't seem to find those beautiful words anymore.

My thoughts are contaminated with an unknown radiation
and the blood in my veins feels as if it has have been replaced
by toxic sludge.

There are ink stains on the bedding where my body rested
from the times were my quarantined mind was deprived of slumber, for further testing.

ever since you left, it all feels different.
the stars are just stars. the wind just wind.
along with the moon, and sunsets, the ripples in the water, and everything in between.
without you everything is just as it was before and i don't feel like writing about them anymore.

I want to take her pain away,
First with my heart,
and then my hands,
lips,
and tongue

I like the way your name sounds,
Rolling off my tongue,
But mostly I'm in love,
With the way you say **mine

Take me where words can't,
Meet me there with your hand held out,
You should know,
When I take it,
I'll never let go,
I'm not who came before,
I won't wear a mask,
I'll show you everything that dwells inside my soul,
And I ache to read the pages of yours,
Take me there, where words can't,
Let's turn these lines into reality.

I write with shaking hands,
I'm about to hold yours,
And I can only imagine,
It will feel like holding the universe.