Pieces

Pieces of me died.

Only the pieces of me

that love only you.

Don’t you.

I’d very much prefer to die in your arms and keep my eyes open until the lights in my eyes dim from seeing your face looking down on mine.

I’d die ready with you holding

M E.

If I could just die with you holding me.

O it would be miraculous.

It would be joyous to know that you;

you’d love me.

But you’d keep that secret like the butterflies that you get in your stomach.

You do feel you love me too….

Don’t you?

Tell Me

I belong to you

and you belong to me.

I know you probably still think about me.

But you’d tell me.

You’re bound to tell me.

Wouldn’t you?

Do tell me.

Tell me.

Nightmares

I dreamt about you.

I had the strangest nightmare of you.

You weren’t there.

But in your place was darkness where all the color used to be until you entered back into my sight.

And those are the dreams I treasure and cherish most because you’re my favorite nightmare.

I dreamt about you.

I had the strangest nightmare.

You were not real and my world was ended.

But if I were to look into the fragments of glass I keep dreaming about I’ll see you in my mirror of broken glass.

Because in my nightmares you’re my missing fragment and you’re screaming so hard for me not to hurt your soul, crash into your life and break your heart.

I dreamt about you.

I had the strangest nightmare of you.

I dreamt of that day again when I laughed at you.

I laughed because you looked cute in your casual clothes and your Birkenstocks.

I laughed, and you smiled because you knew.

You knew I was deeply in love with you.

But of course,

like all men and boys know,

You knew that,

didn’t you?

Full Moon

I remember you

all the time in my dreams and

especially in

the dark when the moon is full

when the stars come out at night.

Wise Men

I do hope you’re doing fine.

Next thing you know the next college semester is just around the corner.

You stir butterflies in my heart and you make it pump a lot faster.

I wish for you on stars that used to light up the sky and sometimes in the middle of the night, I’d dream that I was kissing you.

Your smile lights up like lightning in the skies when it’s pitch black, lighting up a fire within a tiny spark.

You look almost like you knew me from the inside out.

You were my way out and all the time, I still think you’re the one.

You’re the only sane thing on my mind and I can’t stay to watch you burn yourself to ashes.

You pick up faster than most and I don’t think anyone knows it was you I’m writing about.

You may think about me.

But this is why they say wise men never fall in love; or so they say.

But that doesn’t mean you love me does it?

Wishing

There’s a light in your eyes that never goes out in the cold, dark recesses of your soul.

You are cold and completely, utterly mine.

But this is what happens when there are sparks in your heart.

When you dream about silly silver linings within the clouds.

I wish that you could be mine.

Truly I do.

Maybe it’s just wishful thinking.

But maybe I’m the only one wishing on the stars.

Light

There’s a light in your eyes that never goes out.

A world behind your eyes that tells me you needn’t see anything other than what you already know.

I think of you like I think of rain.

Because in my head, you’re still dancing with me in it.

I think of you like something I long to touch.

You’re something I long to take into my arms and believe me when I say I will take you.

I will love you.

Search for me.

And you’ll ignite the flame as the fire that rises within your eyes and the warmth of your heart as you translate darkness into light I my small world.

I See You

Baby. I see you.

You can’t just be friends with me

I know you. That well.

Your Smiling Eyes

I enjoy your time.

Just seeing you everyday,

Your eyes sparkle with

almost every time I see

you I see your eyes smiling.

Love Me With Your Eyes

I wish you’d come to

see me just this once; once more.

You seem to be there

to make me laugh; to love me

with your eyes; just loving me.

Fair-Weather Friend/Tell Me

Y O U

I love the way you speak in riddles.

You are the only one….

who likes breakfast in the evening.

You’re probably the only islander who likes to brush his teeth and keep your hair combed like an Italian.

Y O U

You probably don’t know this but I knew your past life because I feel you and I’ve seen all of you.

I want all of you.

You love French toast in the afternoon with tea. You don’t even eat fatty foods but you have a sweet tooth.

You love reading when it’s night. You love studying. You love your bread: wheat.

A N D

You hate the ordinary yet I am not ordinary. I may be more complicated than you think and that’s not all.

You love eating meat in the morning.

You’re mad when you want it and you want me. You want me to be your whore and I don’t give a damn.

You don’t have sex in storms or when it’s raining. Not even in a thunderstorm.

You’d just enjoy the calm of rainfall hitting the pavement. You’d enjoy watching thunderstorms from your porch and you’re amazed and entranced by it. You’d enjoy the hurricane season as you head the wind blowing through the palm trees.

You enjoy rain and you don’t care if it’s hot or cold.

You’re completely correct when you think you’re wrong.

It’s hard to say but you reason with complex issues, emotions and questions.

The jack of all trades.

You love swimming in the night and you love the smell of sea salt of the waters on the beach.

You love fair weather and you think of me as your friend and sometimes, just sometimes you want me to be your girlfriend but I wish, O how I wish you were mine.

Again you like unordinary. I am unordinary. Because I think I know you better than anyone in the entire world.

Because as much as you like being called baby, “Baby, you love me and you can’t say that you don’t.”

You cannot say now that I don’t know your routine.

You can’t say I don’t love you.

You can’t say I hardly know you because it’s not fair.

And for now you can’t wait for me to set I love you because do I love you.

I keep saying it in my poetry and I don’t know if you know, but I’m crazy for you and if that doesn’t count;

Look for me and tell me everything’s alright and I am not going mad.

For now you’ll always be my quiet lover.

My fair-weather friend.

If you should tell me you love me;

Tell me.

Tell me.

The Islander

I am an island to myself.

And I’m in love with an islander because deep down inside he found meaning in my world.

I am on an island.

No longer am I an island because he plants color in my world.

He’s the type that makes you dream.

The type you wish for.

He is the setting sun and the rising moon.

He makes me shine with my sky.

He paints the stars and the constellations.

He’s my sky and he has my heart.

Forever You

I belong to you.

I always have belonged to

you. Forever you.

Paradise

I missed you so much,

O how I wish you were mine.

I miss your presence,

Cause you’re the only thing that is

the closest to Paradise.

Oceania

I listen to your soul and it plays in low octaves like a violin.

You’re like a candle in the wind with a flame in my dreams.

Sometimes I dream that I am drowning in you.

That you’re my water; my ocean; my sea.

Your soul is like a trench.

Your heart is like an ocean.

Your mind is like the sea.

You are a permanent ocean wave crashing in the waters and sometimes on the shoreline.

Sometimes, I start thinking to myself that I’d rather drown in you.

Darkness

You seek me in dark places and enjoy my quiet solitude in the hopes that I am thinking about you and that I will say “I love you.”

We both have a certain amount of darkness and sometimes, maybe sometimes, you and I will wish to find each other’s souls in their places.

You and I wish that we could save each other from the dark, but deep down inside; truly we have learned to accept the darkness and in the light live in our truth although we may never meet again.

But little did you know, I find firefly lights in your hair, stardust in your dark eyes and a fire that is ready to light up my soul.

Sunrise, Sunset

You’re my sunrise and my sunset.

I’ve realized that I want to spend all my sunrises waking up to you and all my sunsets, just holding you while falling asleep.

To lose you to someone else would be such a tragic thing really,

But to feel the softness of your hair and the beating of your heart’s intensity would make it seem like heaven.

Innocence

You remind me of innocence.
At least that was what you meant to me. I find myself thinking of you.

Complicated

I love it when you spell your name backwards and when you talk in code.

It makes you seem more…..,

C O M P L I C A T E D

Forbidden Fruit

You know,

you’re like a forbidden fruit I can’t eat.

You know….

The sacred kind.

The Study of Starlight

I’ve studied the way

you smile and from the view

from the painted door,

you’re absolutely gorgeous.

Stars are in your eyes tonite.

Your Face On Mine

The best part of the

day is suddenly waking

up to your smiling

face gazing down at mine while

you are caressing my thigh.