Things That May Never Last

Things that may never again last;

the memory of your coffee cream skin,

your earthly black hair

your tight shirts and loose slacks,

your slippers

your subtle lips,

the ones that I;

I long  to kiss.

the hair that I;

I want to caress.

the body I would wake up to cook breakfast for;

you;

you’re my missing page in this chapter of life…..

these are the things that may never last….

I will bear the weight of loss….

I will lose.

I will lose you.

An unwritten chapter…..

Unfinished love….

unrequited for I have loved you in both my mind and in my heart.

And babe;

believe me;

they’re all motherfucking jealous….

Tell Me

Translate the art of loving if it is to love you.

Tell me about the moon and the stars in the darkness of the nights where I could hold you.

Tell me you’ll sing me another love song.

Tell me love isn’t just a four letter word to you

Tell me you’ll love me.

Translate the darkness into light…..

Silly Love Songs & Philosophy

You weren’t just a reminder of a silly love song. You were all the silly love songs and you smiled because you knew I’d love you forever for being such a silly man….

May the Gods bring you good fortune and may angels guide your way….

For everything you do is wonderfully beautiful and the way you look at art is how you expose yourself.

You look at art fascinated by the painting as though it speaks a certain language that no one could comprehend.

You write your poetry in different ways philosophers can only understand.

How my love? How do you do it?

I adore the way you make love to me with your eyes and guide me with your heart.

You look at me when I walk away as though you are saddened,

Do love me? Will you not?

For maybe this is what all girls think and I love you with all of my heart…

The Empty Heart

You are music compared to this empty room.

You are all the most beautiful songs ever written in one body full of literature I cannot even contain in my mind.

Even when I am old I will still be thinking about our younger years together.

How inventive you were with your lips stuck in my mind’s eye…..

And when I think about you I will always think back to your smile in the hope that you will be thinking of mine.

And as the clock turns its old hands round and the bells are still ringing at two o’clock a.m.,

I will still be thinking of you and your coffee-brown skin.

For I am an empty heart and you are the space it truly needs.

Fire and Water

I am fire

And you are water.

You constantly

conquer my whole life.

Empty

This room is empty to an extremity; much like my heart.

Haunted by ghosts she stood there in the room checking for lost souls. Unaware that her soulmate was at bay watching.

It was just you and me in that room; but instead for her it had been;

Empty.

For life held no meaning deep in her heart and deep within her soul.

He was nowhere to be found and yet there he was in front of her.

Filling her empty space.

But as her space was filled;

She quietly slept on.

For forever as he was her last memory.

And her only chance at love….

In an empty room;

With an empty heart.

Never knowing what the future could have held for you and I were just empty souls trapped in her empty heart;

Trapped in an empty room.

Little Dreamer-Hirām

They say Vision lived on and the hunter had come for her years later.

Upon hearing this, the Gods got angered and struck the ground three times with lightning and “The Wanderer” was reborn.

But never the same way twice.

For you see, the boy got worse and worse everyday with thee amount of people he had kept on killing in everyday life.

His son although had been born though looking very pale and then once again changed like his mother did with soft, fair brown skin.

So he too had a vision just like his mother that he would be ruler of more than half of the world.

In vengeance.

The Wanderer

There was a young Caucasian boy with fair brown skin as dark as coffee who was washed up ashore traveling amongst foreigners.

His eyes were as wide as the moon and his hair thee unholiest blackish of night.

One of us had a vision that night. And the very next morning, she had awoken to find them all dead.

Her vision was a boy who kept on killing mercilessly. Wandering.

They called her “Vision.”

They called him “The Wanderer.”

Yours

I thought he was happy. That at least he felt something with me. But it was all in my head and it hurt my heart.

I now understood what it meant to hurt and just how unsustainable the human condition could be with a broken heart and a crying soul with a deteriorating mind.

He was not mine because he was yours.

He wants you

And he doesn’t want me.

Soft

“Jay Gatsby who looked at Daisy the way every girl wants to be looked at.”

-F. Scott Fitzgerald

When you look at me;

You look at me like you are soft.

But finally in the dark it gets better because when you look at me you look fiercely protective.

But curious as your eyes brush mine….

You look at me like all girls would like to be looked at and somewhere I know that in the end, you will be looking at me softly;

As you stroked me with your eyes in the dark.

O how I long for you to touch me;

to feel your breath in that room of people amongst the fish

Only;

In the dark….

Looking softly;

At me….

and if they shame you baby,

They’re just jealous

Because in reality,

you;

were thee only one in the room….

Out of all the things I could’ve loved it could’ve been you,

But if our lips should meet know my heart is taken and I will never, ever think of you like this again….

Because my dear,

Some things were never meant to last but only as but a memory of subtle Thursdays of my love which was some mere memory of you….

Of that….

Which can never be.