One day I said "please, hold my hands
Promise don't forget me"
I confessed my fears, my dreams, my love
You said "Yes, of course I'll remember of us"
You said "No problem, I feel the same to you"
I believed in every word, every confession
I had hopes
From time to time you returned saying again "I love you so much, no doubt"
And I dreamed
I made plans for us
You repeat again and again "I love you my baby, no doubt"
Suddenly, you disappear
No replied to my messages
And I think "Oh no, he has a problem! What does he doing?!"
I worried with your health
Suddenly, you return
Do you feel the same when I kissed your cheeks?
Said I was your first, sorry I ruined it
But what to do? I can't help but wanting you
I made it so obvious, I'm into you
Thought you were giving me signs
When all you did was caring for me
Because that's what friends are for
My intuition, I need to stop listening
I'm left feeling lonely
when you walked out the door
But still, when you sit next to me
My heart shatters, it knows yours won't beat the same
Sometimes I feel like I'm not the one for you
But I guess that's just me, or is it true?
Whatever happens, promise we'll still know each other
Don't be a new stranger, I'm done left alone
my bones became brittle
to sand
they fell
swiftly to the ground.
just to be heated
in the immense warmth of my love
just for them
my bones became glass.
i held my hand out slowly
for you to safely walk inside
behind the walls of my glass bones,
had lay my glass heart.
it had beat so vibrantly, yes.
it shone throughout my chest.
so because a wall of fragile glass,
was a heart beneath my fragile chest.
On the peak, look over the valley
of a billion stories, pity and joy.
In the swamp, follow the stars.
Natural light loves what is,
kit & caboodle, unconditional,
in heavy weather and calm.
Lumiere d’artifice
carves facets, draws dimension,
etches the silvered plate.
On the peak, look over the valley
of teeming earthly life, birth and death.
In the swamp, love all.
A twisted form, ever
(Love re-emerging)
It crawls out-in my mind's
(Or, more artful: heart's)
Open-fielded vision
Serpentine in nature
(But surely no snake)
Its knotted quiet slides,
(Less kindly: slithers)
Cooling all it touches
Each up-down feathered scale
(One-thousand facets)
A rainbow-capped smile
(My sadness turned round)
To oft-questioned answers
Its mid-section's bulging
Sometimes you do everything make them happy,
In return they just say "you are disgusting"
We’re given paper, scissors, glue, as if
these tools can make or mend our little
hearts. Each February teaches us that red
means love, despite the world’s request
to stop, to see our anger like a film, to hear
an ambulance’s shrill and piercing wail.
Democritus believed the world composed
of atoms, tiny specks defining pleasure
and unpleasantness. The sweetness
of the honeycomb resides in atoms round
and smooth; the other atoms, sharp, a-
symmetrical, cause bitterness and pain.
When called to recreate that part of us
we’re taught to give away, we turn to
simple shapes: a triangle below a circle
split in half. The heart we see is smooth,
Did you ever think does anyone get butterflies over me?Does anybody look at me with such desire?Does anybody long for my presence.
Because I do.
Why am I still stuck on the idea of us? Is it because I still want it or because I still want to believe it can happen.
Is loyal called that?
What I'm to you,
And what I feel for you,
Is that love called true?
What's the name of this feeling?
When everything reminds me of you,
And now I feel fearless ,
And now I feel free,
Because wherever I go,
I feel shadows of your memories ,
Walking with me.
You were my sun, my moon.
You were my everything.
But now just a shadow
A memory to taunt me,
To drown and haunt me.
What were we?
What have we become?
I, my own star
I shine in my sky
But in the cold, dark
Vacuum of space
What are you now?
Do you have a light?
Do you have warmth?
I was hungry
and you fed me with love
I was thirsty
and you made me drink love
I was longing for love
and you gave me fake love