What does it mean to love someone?

we say the words so easily

as if they were always meant to be

but when miracle becomes tragedy

we lose our fight and will to see

the fire burning deep inside

the chambers of our heart

we spend too much time thinking

of how it is to be apart


we like to dwell on the moments that have

escaped us in the past

but feelings of nostalgia

will whither, never last


and even though we’ve tried our best

we find dead ends along the path

but we know we’re better than the rest

cause we’ve always done the math

for one plus one equals one

when our hearts are forever on the run


and nothing, nothing can change the fact

that our whole is better than the cracked

but at which point do we let it end

find someone new to take us places

find someone new to fill the spaces

that within our souls descend


is it worth sacrifice to be together

when thorns are thrusting from the edges

is it worth our time to just try harder

when doubts come in giant wedges

I think it is but you never know

no one showed us how life should go


but I’ll hold you close and fight for us

until the day comes when our love will rust

but if that day shall never come

then let us remember where we’re from

we’re from the stars, we’re from the moon

we’re the fireworks in the midst of June

we come from places dark and damp

but have learned to light our lawless lamp

for we are light, we shine true

and all it takes is “I love you”.


all the words I’ve always meant to say

Tell him

how I spend my nights craving for his touch

and how I have never needed anyone this much

Tell him

all the words I’ve always meant to say

and that he’s all I dream about each and every day

Tell him

about the thoughts burning in my heart

and why it sucks so much to be apart

Tell him

when my eyes grow cold

from all the lies that we have told

Tell him

when I have broken down

when silence is the loudest sound.


Please, I ask you: will you let him know

That I have always loved him so?

A Painted Heart

a layer of blue

for every second I have missed you

a layer of red

for the passion burning in my head

a  layer of green

for every word I didn’t mean

a layer of violet

for all the feelings I can’t forget

a layer of  teal

for all the secrets I can’t reveal

layer after layer, you have painted my heart

some twisted rainbow of your cruel, cold art.

My first love

I remember myself upon your shoulders, my eyes toward the sky,

My fingers holding tight your ears, my thoughts drifting high,

I remember humming gentle tunes, full of innocence and light,

I remember wishing on the stars you pointed out at night.

The world appeared more vivid in this elevated state,

Blood-dyed roses, emerald grass – crystalline fate,

The air smelled of honeysuckle joy, the ground as soft as silk,

Picnic at the nearby park was sweets and chocolate milk.

Oh how this chimera shattered in a time frame far too short,

And oh how the suffering trickled down the edges of our fort,

Oh why did you have to return to the place we had just left?

Oh what did we do to deserve this pain, this loss, this subtle theft?

This man I fell in love with left my mind in endless quake,

Caused my thoughts to loosen, and break, break, break.

Hey Daddy, you were the first to touch upon my heart,

Hey Daddy, you were the first to tear my love apart.


Speechless to you, to our fidelity,

You have taken and torn the words from me.

What I had yearned and craved to say for days

Disappeared in seconds amidst your gaze.


And some brilliance emits from our connection,

Fortifying my heart in its protection,

And no longer do I need to speak

In illustrating what it is I seek.


Love-encrusted blood pumping from my chest

Compels me to a smile that puts my thoughts to rest.

Devils turn to angels under your gentle, soothing tone,

Which I hope to keep forever – mine and mine alone.


In your presence, my desire bursts into flames,

Entangled ecstatically in our relationship games.


this off-tune romance that seeps into veins


the thickened walls of my thought-heavy heart

a burning touch

a subtle desire

a quake of appeal

a volcano of lust

your damned hair as soft as cotton

cursed eyes that glitter like diamond under the ugly white fluorescence

your words like butterflies – they flutter in my mind

linger when i need them gone

escape when i yearn once more

l’amour, l’amour

ravaging the core.

Is it too late to turn back?

Every step that you take closer to my side

Compulses me

To run away.


I have lived a life of


Alone until today.


Love is some foreign magic; some miracle unknown to my eyes.

Some unforeseen spectacle in my stomach: butterflies.


Trudge forward, embrace! You ask too much of me.

But I am yours to command, your lover to be.


Fallen into this state of

hysterical felicity,

I am in love.


Indulge today and

regret nothing,

Consume all thereof.


Is it too late to turn back?

You cannot fill what I lack.


You cannot undo

the actions of my past,

So sometimes I wonder

if love can last.