That year was
a yellow deck of cards, shuffled dry,
a drowned building melted into chartreuse paint,
a clock on the tallest building that counted the rock bottom.
That year
put up a fight, stood sturdy on shining pavement
that sad on shattered rocks.
That year when
bathtubs were filled with herbs for tea to sip
after burning my love letters to him.
That year
a played tears at the backdoor of my guitar.
A year
that climbed a ladder of missing steps with wide
darkness spaces, and grew pale
chartreuse-colored sea-flower poems.
What is your saddest story?
It was I never told him how much I love him.
'I can't wait to roll over on my bed in the middle of the night and be met with you instead of a wall.'
Stars fall too when you
walk on the face of the earth.
That's the kind of effect you have.
It was impossible not to fall for you.
let me tell you my dream vacation...
it is when we blow into a dandelion
and watch how it tantalizes the wind.
it is when we rewind the wildfires
and hear the qualms of the trees.
it is when we pick up a stone
and taste the dust that falls from it.
it is when we get drenched in a rain
and look for the dried-out leaves.
it is when we both be a being
and see ourselves unbecoming.
it is when I spend time with you
no matter what the weather is.
| if ever i lie in the rooftop at night-time, it will be to write stories about you to the moon |
Somehow, a part of me still believes
you are my soulmate.
That you're just lost,
and you'll find your way
back to me
eventually.
~but how long with that take?
We first met eyes,
and I wanted more;
To learn the language
of his love,
To feel the softness
of his soul;
To see art
through his words
and hear music
through his laugh.
I wanted to know him
in all the ways
that I loved
about him already.
'the night doesn't judge when all those unsaid thoughts and piercing words leave us as sour little drops, staining the bed sheet in circles and then in pools.'
-maybe that is why so many of us are in love with the night.
I've built a castle, castle of glass, castle of ice.
Some would call it an igloo, I'd say, it melts real slow.
If it were for you, I'd hold my all- to prove.
Let's love- we don't need nobody's approval.
Let's burn the stove, burn our love like chaste teens exploring something spectacular.
Hold me accountable, for I am susceptible- to you.
So, come on let's fly away, drift away like shooting stars.
Around the Orion belt, let's learn how "love" actually spelled.
And, when we reach the brightest star, let's shine like two fireflies caught in a jar.
For when I'm with you, even years would fade away like hours.
Your love, they-- they cannot restrain me from my romantic powers.
What's
the
matter
of
living
one
hundred
years,
if
can't
share
them
with
you?
'You turned my suicide notes into love letters'
-that is why i am grateful for you at 3'o clock am