Now that you’re gone
my soul has lost its youthfulness
and my heart is tired.
But my eyes that search anxiously
have come to find you in my dreams.
Now the love that they exude can
be set free;
while I sleep in tormented reverie.
Because the December that was
meant to be ours,
wasn’t really meant to be.
Cross the line
Place your love like a band around
Have me your way
my way and every other which way.
I’ve already risked this friendship
for love, lust and desire;
Leaving me weak in the knees,
with a crazy bad habit that
wants to stay.
They tell me he is educated,
that he comes from a good family.
He is religious and settled,
that he can give me what I need.
He isn’t attractive
nor does he have any dreams.
His empty shell will never take me
to paradise, that’s what I tell them.
That is how we fit best,
atone for the shortcomings of the other.
The continued strength at the
an unconventional strategy when
options ran out,
the back-and-forth banter of
That is how I’d like to see us
‘shining brightly alone;
a supernova together’
but you… you didn’t think so.
If he would have kissed the valley
between the mounds,
he could have witnessed the plateau
transform into mountain peaks.
And if he was thirsty,
I would have let him drink from my
fountain of youth till
he drowned in the tsunami within.
Instead he preferred to
build sandcastles during the storm.
They ask me
“Why are you still not married?”
“What exactly are you looking for?”
My answer is simple