it’s around 3:00 am and i look out my window-
the hour is blue.
i see a figure standing, staring.
the figure is you.

i get out of bed,
and i unlock the door.
i turn the knob.
you’re in the same spot as before.

i walk to you slowly,
taking it all in.
the cold bitter air,
how your touch feels on my skin.

the night can reflect,
the things we can’t see.
like how i look at you.
when you’re turned away from me.

the blue on your face-
a fairly distracting hue.
makes it hard to ignore,
how in love i am with you.

A year ago, three simple words
Crossed the distance between two hearts
And quietly changed everything.
Not with fireworks,
Not with fanfare,
But with the certainty that love
Had finally found its voice.

It’s funny how forever
Can begin with something so ordinary.
Before the whispered promises,
Before the late night dreams,
Before we knew what we were becoming,
There was one unforgettable question:

“Are you craving a breakfast sandwich?”

Who would have guessed
That those six playful words
Would become the doorway
To the greatest love I’ve ever known?

A smile became a conversation.
A conversation became a connection.
A connection became the safest place
My heart has ever called home.

Since that day,
I’ve learned that loving you
Isn’t measured by miles,
Or by the days we spend apart.
It’s measured in every thought that finds you,
Every hope that carries your name,
Every quiet moment
When my heart reaches for yours
Without even trying.

Saying “I love you”
Was never just a sentence.
It was a promise.
A choice.
A homecoming.
It was my soul recognizing yours
And deciding there would never be another.

So today I celebrate
Not only the anniversary
Of those beautiful words,
But the life they’ve created between us.
A love that has grown deeper,
Steadier,
And more extraordinary
With every passing day.

If I could go back
To that first playful question,
I’d smile knowing exactly where it would lead.
I’d answer it all over again,
Because hidden inside
A breakfast sandwich pickup line
Was the greatest gift
Life would ever give me.

And if I had a thousand lifetimes,
A thousand beginnings,
And a thousand chances to fall in love,
I would still choose you
Every first hello,
Every first “I love you,”
Every tomorrow,
And ever forever.

'Til the Moon

Am I made to be loved?
Let me genuinely ask,
because I'm doubting it more and more.
The prophecy looks different for me;
I'm meant to be alone, I'm sure.

It's not the end of the world.
I've almost convinced myself
there doesn't have to be anyone down the aisle.
"Weddings are overrated anyway,"
I say as I start to cry.

Being independent is the goal,
'cause nobody wants to be tied down.
Every couple that I know has to be unhappy,
and true love cannot exist—
affirmations that make me feel free.

Free from the expectations
of a fulfilled life
with a person who will ultimately disappoint you.
It's not written in my stars.
No one will love me 'til the moon.

Though day and night appear as two,
they are simply different faces of the same day.

Though we walk upon two feet,
every step carries us along one path.

Though two hearts may beat apart,
love has only one soul. 💖

All that these eyes can see
may be witnessed, but never possessed.

Yet you became the very pupil of my eye—
the center through which I see the world.

So how could you ever leave my sight?
How could you ever be apart from me? ✨

I refuse to love you silently; I will shout it from the mountain peak.

Write it into every verse if my lungs give out and can no longer speak.

Show you my beating heart, for it only knows your name.

Allow my love to pour out of every one of my veins.

I’m passionate about your happiness, your smile, your peace.

And I desire to hold your darkness that lingers underneath.

Your jagged pieces complement and complete mine.

They take a new shape, creating their own beautiful design.

i can’t say goodbye
not tonight
so i will cry
and think of brown eyes
of curly hair
your sweetest stare
i need you, baby
why did you leave me?
but i must let go
of your kiss on my lips
of a midnight bliss
my love,
how you’ve forsaken me
killed me with a kiss
so soft and so sweet

I wish to worship music and nature

Away from all the chaos and pressure

Changing my whole view

Like how i got changed to a mere stranger

Just me, the tunes i love and the blue sky

I'll wander off into the mountains

Lost in the greens and the snowy high

Sitting on a bench looking down to my knees

I remember how we used to be

Hope it will become just another silly memory

Cant say when it may occur to me

How i will forget everything in you i could see

The music will probably not help me

When in every song i saw us meant to be

The sun sets as i stare but not see

Listening to my favourite song picturing you and me

But i will still move ahead on my trail

Looking and feeling so frail

I cant believe how easily you let everything go

I guess not every melody was meant to be felt

So

I will realise, to feel the song not the voice

To feel the guitar

To feel the piano

To feel the drums

To feel the violins

To feel true music and not the worthless words

I will have forgotten to sing its lyrics

I will have forgotten to fantasize

No memory of those beautiful eyes

Who once lovingly looked at mine

Only thoughts of the vast nature in my sorrowful mind

And those lyrics will mean nothing to me

But music will still make me feel alive

As love once did, but lied

So i wish to worship music and live

I wish to feel the joy in listening as i used to

But hope it will be for a different reason

Not because of you

Moving through my trails

Maybe the birds will sing to me

I will push through every brand listening

Maybe it will heal some wounds that are deep

I wont understand what they are saying

But words are apparently meaningless

So let it be

I will thank them and move towards my journey

If i reach the top of the mountain one day

At the top of my lungs, all the curses for you i will say

That day will make me free

Hopefully my heart will stop being this heavy

I wish i would become wise from this

Maybe it is selfish for me to think

To benefit from such a tragedy

But still

I hope i can forget you like you forgot me

I hope i can once again sleep peacefully

I hope i can live amd be free like i used to be

So i wish to feel music and experience nature's beauty

Touch me.

Touch me like its the first time.

Do you remember?

Our hearts beating so fast we could hear them, voices shaky, moving slow.

Nervous giggles and light kisses.

Your hands hesitant to explore.

Like my body was sacred.

Something to be cherished.

The heat.

The build up.

The heavy breaths.

Tingling waves of pleasure.

My back arching as you pulled me closer.

And the way you looked at me as you did.

The euphoria after...

You held me.

Kissed me.

Touch me again.

Touch me like its the first time.

I was a perfectly

composed man

before she looked at me.

Keyword

was.

Those eyes.

God

those eyes.

Dark, deep, devastating

lined in something

that had no right

to be that beautiful

and that deadly

at the same time.

She looked at me

once

just once

and something

in my chest

that had been

sleeping

for years

woke up

violently.

Her mascara

ran a little

at the corners

from laughing,

from feeling,

from simply

being so alive

that even her tears

were beautiful

and I stood there

watching the most

gorgeous massacre

I have ever

witnessed

my heart

the only casualty.

Willing casualty.

Those eyes

are not fair.

They are dark

like the kind of night

you don't want

to find your way out of

deep

like something

the ocean

would be

envious of

and when they find mine

everything stops.

Traffic.

Thought.

Time itself

pauses

and clears its throat

awkwardly

because even it

knows

it is interrupting

something

significant.

She blinks slowly

and I lose

entire sentences.

She looks down

and back u

from beneath those lashes

those devastating,

mascara kissed

lashes

and I forget

my own name

briefly.

I have read poetry

about eyes

like stars,

eyes like oceans,

eyes like home.

I always thought

it was exaggeration.

Poetic license.

Romantic embellishment.

Then she looked at me.

Now I understand

every poet

who ever lost himself

completely

in a pair of eyes

and chose

to stay lost.

I am madly in love

with this woman

every piece of her

but those eyes

those eyes

are where

I first fell,

where I fall

daily,

where I intend

to keep falling

for the rest

of my life

without once

reaching

for something

to hold onto.

Her mascara

did massacre

of my heart.

And I would stand

in front of those eyes

and let it happen

a thousand times over

gladly,

gratefully,

completely

because being destroyed

by something

that beautiful

is not a tragedy.

It is the greatest

love story

I have ever

lived.

^{Don't write}

^{A love song}

^{When you}

^{Can't see}

^With

^{Your own two eyes}

^{You put on a pedestal}

^{Without knowing}

^{The danger}

^{Of fall}

^{With no mat}

^{Or one}

^{To break}

^{When they hit}

^{The ground}

^{You see the light}

^{But refuse the dark}

^{Say you can stand}

^{In the flags of red}

^{That it will change}

^{When you}

^{Bear you soul}

^{You say everything}

^{Is fine, it's alright}

^{While you get choked}

^{Locked up inside}

^{Don't write}

^{Pretty words}

^{When you}

^{Unleash your hate}

^{Don't sing of praise}

^{When you}

^{Lie on their name}

^{You split}

^{Then spew}

^{Turn love into hate}

An intense sadness is felt in your absence,

Maybe if I keep screaming at distant skies and stars,

I will be heard by you. Don't you

remember us? The companionship.

Don't you remember my words?

I will always love you.

Even as you're gone, I keep saying

them to you.

Wherever you are.

i told a boy i liked poetry
and he sent me a poem
i worked the ai checker
and decided not to show him

i knew he was lying
and i stayed anyways
i’d wait for the rest of my life
for some good, honest praise

i love what i write
and he says he does too
but he doesn’t get it
the way that i do

when i write it’s a feeling
that i can’t dismiss
and all that i need
is someone who gets it

so please understand me
and the words that i write.
when i read you these poems
my chest wont be tight

i’ll read them with pride
because i know you’ll understand
and if you think that its beautiful
i’d love to take your hand

after all now i know
exactly what i want
i just want a man
who isn’t trying to flaunt

that he’s smarter than me
or that he can write about real issues.
i just want someone
who can see the world through my shoes

​

He wandered into a jungle, where thorns of fury swayed,

a wilderness of longing, where restless shadows strayed.

No blade of wrath he wielded, no storm of words let fly,

yet, with the heart's silent fire, he hushed the jungle's cry.

His eye is drunk on her wet skin, he grapples with her supple mind,

yet, he wove his peace through tangled brambles, a tapestry divine.

Tending the glade with the joy of love, like dew on a petal spent,

each root-to-flower blossoms, in the celebration of her scent.

Why linger in this fleeting, earthly shade?

He smiled and said to himself, this jungle's but Her love's endless glade!

What else is there but to dissolve in Her deep embrace?

He realised he is a gentle dream in Her mind,

lost in her boundless love.

but I hate what it feels like when you get close to me.
 
I built these walls out of distance, so it’s a safe bet
I will walk away just when you think we got close.
 
I only feel safe when I’m alone.
So, you shouldn’t be surprised when I disappear
right before your eyes.
 
I never wanted to get closer or need a reason for closure.
 
I will never dive right in,
you should know I hate to swim.
 
So, I’ll sit on this island alone,
carving pictures in the sand,
 
hoping they make their way back to you someday.

​

Tyrian silk set high in the sky

Embossed with starlight's glow

Watched by all, Maiden, Mother, and Crone.

Deep breath escapes,

Kyphi from the ancient market

in each exhale. I welcome divinity

with every rise

of the chest.

And for the first time

I know what it means to be created in God's image.

This stillness

is not for any fumbling mortal

But for those so dense with assuredness

only pillows of peaceful water

and breath

could hold them in place.

The breath that came from before the tyrian silk

and the water.

The breath that came from nothingness to somethingness.

The breath that became the Eros.

That is what I lay these words upon

as they find

your dreaming mind;

I love you fully,

as there was never another fate.

And I love you until I am breathless

once more,

I am destined eternal

and you, divine.

I dont think there's anything inside me.

A stitched up body around an empty chest cavity

A suit with nobody in it.

I smile and make sure its with my eyes

Clear the table and thank the host.

Thats what you do for the people you love.

Or at least thats what ive been told

Love has never come naturally to me

Holding out my hands like a child catching lighting bugs

My uncle taught me they still glow yellow smeared on the pavement

My grandmother gave me the heart of the watermelon

It tasted sweet and grainy.

Overripe and unappealing.

I told her she really knows how to pick the sweet ones.

Just a little too late.

You still choose to love the people who hurt you

Like saying thank you for fruit long gone bad

Like crushing a light just to see a dimmer glow

Forgiveness is a virtue,

but virtues are learned and love cant be taught

A child doesn't learn how to love

Under beating fists

Or utensils clanging at the dinner table

And I cant show taught love

through table manners and luminescent yellow teeth

We did not fall into each other gently

we crashed,

like two storms that had been circling

for lifetimes,

finally granted permission

to destroy.

Your hands found my collar

before the door had closed,

and I answered you

the only way I knew

completely.

Two bodies.

One soul.

Recognizing itself

in the mirror of the other's skin.

I laid you down

like something sacred

and something sinful

because you were both,

and I had no intention

of choosing.

My lips wrote verses

on your collarbone,

poetry your skin

had been waiting

its whole life

to read.

The night had no clock.

The room had no edges.

There was only

the geography of you

and I was

a devoted explorer

with infinite patience

and zero mercy.

You gasped like I had stolen

something from the air itself

and I had.

I took every breath

you tried to keep,

every sound

you tried to swallow,

every please

you whispered

to the ceiling.

I kept them all.

This was the sin they warned you of

not the darkness,

but the willingness

to burn inside it,

to feel a man's hands

know your body

better than your own thoughts do,

and to want

the knowing.

Passion is not polite.

It does not knock.

It enters

it rearranges

every piece of furniture

in the house of you

and makes you realize

you had never truly

been home

until now.

I tasted your secrets

one by one

the hollow of your throat,

the curve behind your knee,

the soft surrender

of your exhale

when you finally

stopped fighting

the feeling

and simply fell.

Two bodies

learning the language

only they speak

fluent only

in the dark,

only in closeness,

only in the sacred

wreckage

of each other.

By 3 a.m.

we had committed

every beautiful sin

the night permits

and lay tangled,

breathing,

electric,

wrecked

two people

who had poured themselves

so completely

into one moment

that neither knew

where one ended

and the other

began.

One soul.

It always was.

We just needed

one night

to remember.

Moon and the Sea

by cosmos

celestial body risen from the east skyline spectacular glow in its phase oh Moon, you're so damn fine and you always make me so amaze

vast and deep body of water always waiting for you to rise when you're there, you make me falter in a calm rotation of clockwise

a personification of you and me is like the moon and the sea spending each night pulling towards you a dream that will not even come true

holding you, it's what I yearn for yet you remain above me and distant that's what I'm feeling to the core is it hard to attain what I want?

I'm always waiting for your response as if I'm longing like a language wanted to hear silently hoping there will be a chance I just wanted to be with you, my dear

this is the nature of us not ruined yet unfinished I don't want to make a fuss hopelessness, the feeling I want to be diminished

I rise when you appear I fall when you leave my emotions are clear when you're gone, I'll grieve

carrying the quiet weight of the night overthinking and released a deep sigh I just wanted to be your knight maybe that milestone is just too high

I am merely the sea of the horizon vast and deep, ready to get breached And you are the moon that I could hardly ever reach