Shooting Stars

Out of all the shooting stars, I’d wish for you.

I was like the wind but you were the Goddamn hurricane.

You blew away a dull and weary world with just your smile and the way you looked will always be within my heart because I know deep down that when fate was teasing coincidence, coincidence whispered pleading to fate that we were meant to be.

I still sometimes wonder if I come across your mind.

What it was that made the universe smile when it saw us.

What it meant to coincidentally meet.

I’d say that you were born of the stars and that your soul was made of stardust and your eyes were as bright as moon beams.

You make the world seem livable and savory.

And if shooting stars were meant to fall crashing down I would still keep believing I was yours.

And all along it was you.

‘Cause I’m Kissing You

I like the way you smile,

But I like the way your lips taste on mine or the way you caress my tongue with yours.

And if I had my way,

I would be kissing only you most of all.

The King of Intimidation

Run naked with the devils.

Make love to them in the wilderness.

Kill your darlings dear or be killed yourself.

Choose your own path;

The path of least resistance.

Let love in.

Let life in.

Be yourself.

Love the demons inside you. 

Love your darkness.

Take control of the past and realize rebirth.

Be reborn in God’s eyes and defy him.

Let the devil in you take over.

Let them win.

Release your inner self.

Praise others.

When you tell the truth let them call you a liar.

Leave your fears as an enigmatic lover who is passionate about being a wholesome whore.

Let your innermost secrets become a lie.

Breathe with my breath the breath of life

Go and see with your new eyes.

My dear do you fuck the devil by praising your Gods?

In Love

I had been looking for someone who looked at me with eyes that twinkled magically like stardust.

With colors that made up lightning streaks in the air.

Colors that didn’t even exist.

I was in love with the thought of you and I thought that I could feel you as I saw you for almost everyday of my life.

These precious moments were few. I loved you and told you how I knew you were the one. You smiled at me.

What I thought was love had rippled through the air. Infatuation cleansed this broken heart. Love finally won for us.

In love? Well we were both.

His Everything

She was his sun and his moon.

Though they were miles apart they dreamt of each other many times under the midnight skies.

Their magic was made up of stardust and the thought that stars could fall into sync out of collision and turn into shooting stars.

She was the universe and he was the earth.

She wanted him to read her the language of the stars.

But you could already tell that she was his everything.

Magic Stardust

I was a young girl who didn’t know love, and you were the type of boy who loved poetry.

I was a young girl who fell in love with the idea that I could break any heart and you were the type of boy who could have anyone with that baby face.

I was the young girl who fell in love with you at the cusp of adulthood and you were the boy who loved music and asked me to marry you.

I have waited for these butterfly wings to fly and your kisses tasted like lollipops and strawberry jam.

and we’ve been made of magic stardust all along.

True Colors

He seeks truth in life and I want to love him.

He is the tarot card I want to see in most of my readings.

He is the horoscope that I wish to predict.

And he is like a butterfly and you could swear that his wings were multicolored in colors that don’t exist.

A View From The Post Office

I was a dreamer with wishy washy smokey pipe dreams and I knew. I knew you were like a puzzle kept hidden from the world.

You make my moon glow and my sun rise. You make flowers in my garden full of mazes where you found the key to my gate grow.

and you knew how to make those wishy washy smokey pipe dreams come true.

Because you were just a wanderer who worked at the post office and loved me for what I think was a second with every parcel you took tender care of.

And I knew you were standing outside my rose garden with a handful of sunflowers.

But these were dreams from a dreamer, and you always look like you want to kiss me. I swear it.

The Devil’s Arms

You are a season within another season.

You are Fall in Summer, Summer in Fall,

Spring in Winter, Winter in Spring.

and I swear you could’ve been anything but the devil.

and I swore that if I couldn’t have your arms around me, that I’d die in them just to be with you.

I even swore that the warmth of your touch could deify us together in your angelic embrace.

Sugar Kisses

He was a handsomely beautiful mess of bad boy with lips like sugar and a book full of adventures that I have always wished to write my own story in.

I wish to taste his sugar lips and caress his tongue with mine.

I could feel his hands around my throat but I’m sure that they were just mine.

He is sweet with a butterfly heart, with the mind of a book and the soul of a hurricane with sugar kisses; for only he can turn my tide.

He was a hurricane strong enough to cause a tsunami.

But I was the one who was drowning in him; in his soul.

The Artist

His heart was the story in a book that my pen stabbed on and my pen knew no mercy.

Hell was worn on his heart like a fountain pen waiting to stab my body like a tattoo artist.

The secret?

I wasn’t ready for its contents that spelled the letters “forever and always, you will be mine.”

Goin' Postal

You work at the post office.

You sleep in weird places.

You are slow-paced and hard-working and you look up at me from the postal counter.

I believe in you.

You make me feel beautiful.

I’d say this to you.

You’d say I was dumb.

I’d just smile and say you’re fine but by saying that I’d say you’d look crazy.

Chemicals

Here we are wrapped up into each other like chemicals that make the two of us whole.

And yet we are divided into two parts.

You are water and yet you look at me like you wanted a taste of wine.

And I don’t know what’s purer,

The taste of water over wine or the way you make me feel on a fine Summer’s day.

In Another Life

In another life I am checking my mail in the post office and you come up to me looking for an answer.

You whisper softly in my ear and you just breathe.

I didn’t know how brightly the sun was shining on you or how the breeze made your hair smell like Spring and the way your body moved with mine as you sigh tenderly and make me feel precious; innocent.

My answer is yes;

I do think of you.

I think about you always.

I love you.

I love you.

Yes. I do.

Your Name

On some occasions I think that you are sleepy as usual.

On rainy days sometimes you tend to sleep.

I begin to think that on some rainy days I am dreaming of you while you get sleepy,

and on those rainy days here I am watching you in my dreams.

You stand there looking at me sleep.

And sometimes I swear I think they’ll hear me calling out your name.