October 11, 2015

you are all of the words
                     I cannot think
               of.

Deep Purple

October 10, 2015

You made me feel a myriad of colors
mostly yellows and blues
some nights you made me dark red

without you now I still feel colors
lately I live in deep purple
and I can't find my way out

Storm

October 10, 2015

You are the wind and I the waves
your touch blasts my swells into turmoil
and our storm is magnificent

Forest

October 10, 2015
See, our love was like a forest
haunting, enchanting,
and utterly disorienting

October 10, 2015

I.
How lovely it would be to be broken, to let him heal me into something whole
how romantic to be lost for years, buried under insecurities
only blossoming under his loving touch
how lovely
how poetic
how unattainable

for I am not a fragile flower, shivering in darkness with bud sealed tight
waiting for my love to be the giver of light
I am a towering tree, branches bursting with new spring leaves
my roots are deep and branches high
still lovely
still poetic

II.
I search for strong roots to entangle with my own
so we may hold each other through the windstorms
growing upwards, upwards
into light

Maybe, Definitely

October 8, 2015
Maybe, in a few years we'll meet again
Definitely, you will still be older
Maybe, you'll know who you are then
Definitely, I'll have lived and grown wiser
Maybe, then we'll be right for each other
Definitely, I'll love you until then

October 7, 2015

I don't know if you realize how special you are,
How lucky to be owner of my firsts
First kiss, first romance, first passion
You are the owner of my first love

I suppose you were too special, too lucky
For you were not content with all the firsts I gave you
You wanted to be first once more
So you became my first heartbreak

And I don't know if you realize how special you are,
How lucky to be owner of my firsts
And oh, how I wished you to be the owner of my lasts

August 8, 2015

I hold it all together and I tell you it's fine
Sometimes it's not fine
Sometimes it's time
for me to fall apart
to piece me back together
And start with a new heart
The sadness, it's there and it cuts like a knife
How ironic that the thing that hurts is how you choose your life
The life I helped you remember
The you you're figuring out
I'm always just the therapist, the one who's there to shout
to, to lean on, to bleed on
The one who's there to cling on
But when I cling back that's a different matter
I'm left with open wounds
I'm always left the sadder

July 23, 2015

I am encompassed by dust and wind
In both elemental and human form
With such emptiness I have the days to dream
More often than not, my thoughts run wild with your voice
I don't attempt to keep it in check

July 1, 2015 (2)

The smell of my new perfume
Now that scent belongs to you
Belongs to glances and touches
Silent communication
To moments that are novels
Encased in my searching heart
To some it's just a perfume
To me its new beginnings
Tentative fingers connecting
The reflection of light in your brown eyes
Of wind blowing strong and loud
Not unlike the beating of our hearts
I think I'll wear this night for a while.

July 1, 2015

Heartbeat like a thunderstorm
Lighting flashing in the rain
Every breath is a gust of wind
Pulse dancing like a flame

My stomach lives in chaos
Simple butterflies far removed
Sleep escapes my understanding
Why dream when there is you?