Tell Me It’s Real

You were like a precious thing to me.

I was so sure nobody could see you the way I see you.

But I am torn in two.

We are living in two different universes

And I just can’t stop kissing you.

I’m in love with colors that can’t ever change.

You are a color that doesn’t even exist and you come in flashes of lightning on rainy days and dark clouds.

I know you want me.

But I just can’t.

I can’t break your heart like the others.

I can’t play with your heart.

I’m real.

Tell me what you feel is real because I know it’s real.

The Maze

a villanelle, in which the rhyme scheme is ABA ABA ABA ABA ABA ABAA. This is my first ever working villanelle because for the first time, it is the correct way to write one.

He is the never ending maze I want to love endlessly.

He is the book I want to read.

The love I’ve searched for secretly.

I watch him breathlessly.

Thinking how the dancing ends without heed.

The road I want to pursue oh so painfully.

I go on about my days uselessly.

But there is a book I wanna read.

I think of you and pick up your maze of a book and die in it delightfully.

I love you madly.

When we meet I shall plant you my seed like many other women before me so take heed.

I love you truly.

I breathe your scent heavily.

Your lips are like the purest mead.

I shall never treat you cruelly.

As I waltz into your maze silently

As I plant the maze of my seed

With my love I shall leave you easily.

And I shall love you steadfastly.

The Book of Mazes

He is the book in a series of mazes of himself that I wish to read.

Words that were never spoken cut shy of a voice.

He is my light at the end of the tunnel.

And I want him.

ALL of him.

Mostly I want to steal his heart and take him away to faraway places.

I want to show him the world.

He is like a series of mazes.

And I follow him.

Letters are left unwritten.

One small turn and he turns another page inside my book.

Pulling me closer to his body.

The smell of men’s Irish Spring soap filling my nostrils…..

But his body….

Chiseled with muscle.

He is complicated and I can never figure him out.

I want him

I love him

And he would try his best to say I am insane because I am insane about him.

Together Forever

I will be with you

We will be together

until the last tear drop.