I had always imagined
I’d meet the love
of my life
in the most romantic of places
like a cafe
or on a train
and we’d fall in love
from the moment our eyes met.

But then I met you
in the most mundane place
and everything I had imagined
was wrong.
I didn’t even know
the first time I had heard you
say your name
that I’d be repeating it
for the rest
of my life.

And I think that
I will always carry a candle for you
even until it burns my hand.
And when the light has long since been
I will be there
surrounded by darkness
holding what remains,
for I quite simply
cannot let go.

Even though I find myself
Wondering how much precious time
We will waste in this cursed silence,
I just wanted you to know
that I will never care
as to how far you push me away
because when I first told you that I would stay
I meant it.

You’re a little lost
and a little damaged
but you are far from hopeless.
I know who you are
I love who you are
and that’s why I’ll stay
So maybe you can learn
to love yourself, too.
But can you promise me something?

Please don’t forget
the songs we listened to
or the things we talked about.
Please don’t forget
the little inside jokes we had
or the laughs we shared
Please don’t forget my smile
or the sound of my voice.

don’t forget me.



The rumble of thunder
passes by overhead.
The clouds break
as lightning rends the sky.
The Earth grows to a fever pitch
challenging the Sky above.
The heavens
consumed in rage
hurl bolts of blistering bitterness
upon the callous Earth
setting fire to His works.
Thrice does she strike
and thrice does he respond
with silence.
The repose between these two
primordial forces lingers
like a spirit taken too soon
from these lands,
and the Skies collapes
against the Earth,
showering his scorched valleys
with blessed waters,
and the Earth takes it all,
and shows the heavens that Light
can come from from Shadow.

Is it not comforting to know
that even Nature breaks
and forgives?

Take pride in doing the same,
won’t you?



Must I show you?

Walk with me,
won’t you?
You believe to know me,
all that I was
all that I am
all that I will be.
But you haven’t the slightest idea.
I am the result of a thousand loves
that have spanned across the ages.
The blood of my ancestors courses
through my very veins
and you claim to know
the extent of my potentiality?
Allow me
to illuminate
your darkened state of mind.
Those that came before me
made their homes
in the frigid tundras of the North.
They were reveled for the prowess
in battle
and feared
for they fought like men and women
The gods and goddesses they worshiped
were not done so out of fear
but out of respect,
for they believed that they strode alongside
them, in tranquil equality.
Though I am far from the quality
of spirit they possessed,
I am emboldened by their sacrifices
so that I may walk alongside you
So no,
you have no idea
who I am.
do I think
you ever will.

Must I show you?



I know
That I am no good for you.
That I do not deserve you
or the love that you could give.
I know that I
am not worthy of you;
but listen.
I know that I cannot promise you
that dark clouds will never hover
over our lives
that the future will bring us many rainbows.
I cannot promise you
that tomorrow will be perfect
or that this life will be easy.
can promise you
my everlasting devotion,
my respect,
my loyalty,
and my unconditional love for a lifetime.
I can promise that
I will always be here for you,
to listen
and to hold your hand,
and that I will always do my best to make you happy,
and to make you feel loved.
You will never go to sleep wondering that.
I can promise that
I will see you through any crisis,
and pray with you,
dream with you,
build with you,
and I will always cheer for you
and encourage you.
I can promise you
that I’ll willingly be your protector,
your counselor, your advisor,
your family, your friend,
your home,
your everything.
This I promise you.



He calls you beautiful, or even sexy, I’m sure,
But that’s where he stops, isn’t it?
He’s never attempted to describe the way
sunlight ignites your freckles,
making the stars in the heavens burn in jealousy,
or try his best to explain the precise moment when your laugh
hits his eardrums, and makes him feel like the luckiest man on Earth.
He’s never told you how your hair will just
above your collarbone, dancing ever so lightly upon your skin.
He’s probably never told you that you,
and you alone,
are the surest proof of God,
for there is no way that you could have happened by chance.
But, maybe, that’s what you want.
Something safe, something that presents little risk,
Something that you can take or leave.
Because you’ve been there,
caught between the waves of isolation and uncaring,
and you’ve clung to happiness like driftwood,
only to have it dashed against the rocks of denial,
so you’ve learned to let go of real love,
the kind that pushes you to be better,
that kind that takes you to heights you’ve never dreamed of.
Maybe all you want is someone that will take you at your base value,
who doesn’t want to inspect the cracks,
who will cower at your demons,
Because anything deeper would just be too painful,
and you could not survive it another time.
But darling,
If you aren’t willing to fall,
You’ll never be able to fly.
And your wings are much
too large for his cage.



Though I have desperately tried
I cannot remember the first time your soul
whispered unto mine, but I know
you woke it,
and it has never slept since.
It was a gentle hush,
a soft utterance,
that brought my soul to its knees
with the realization of two constants;
that the sun will always fall for the moon,
and I,
for you.
You see, darling.
I love you.
How on this Earth could I not?
It is the most honest thing I could ever say to you,
yet it still feels like a lie.
I do not just love you.
I crave your laugh.
I seek your touch.
I would blind myself just to be your muse,
and I would bargain my mind to insanity
if it meant I could watch you become the person you aspire to be.
It is true,
I love you,
but I believe it goes beyond that, far surpassing anything words could ever describe.
I choose you.
Not because I think that it will be easy,
but rather,
because with you I know that even on the dreadful,
luckless, and wretched days,
when the troubles of the world become
torrential downpours,
I want to take you by the hand, look into those wonderful brown eyes,
pull you close, and whisper in your ear,

“Won’t you dance with me?”

And dance we shall.



I buried you last night.
I do not believe
you even knew my favorite color.
Were my heart not fraught
with the frailties
of the Light,
it would have been much sooner.
But I was given the spark of hope
by the Sun and the Moon,
and I put my faith in you
for far too long.
I found it in myself
to create
for you
a place like this
where my words crafted
elaborate tapestries,
reflecting the memories
that I had come to value
so dearly.
Your laugh would echo throughout
those hallowed halls,
instilling the same sense of wonderment
as it had brought upon me.
I cut precious gemstones
in the shape of you,
so that when were you
to gaze upon the ground
you would see your freckled visage
looking back,
and if you were to gaze up into the heavens,
you would find the pattern of your freckles,
illuminating the night sky like the constellations above.
It may sound strange,
but I see now that they blinded me
to the Shadow that lurked
within your heart.
That shrine
that I had constructed with every ounce
of love
of joy
of hope
that I could dare muster
has not seen your face
in quite some time.
An observation,
have you the time for it;
You told me all there was to know about you.
Your negligent, abusive father.
Your absent, narcissistic mother.
And that pitiful excuse for a partner.
Every struggle you had endured,
I knew.
But not once
did you dare ask about mine.
The day you left,
your goblet was brimming with love
that you knew you did not deserve
while mine lay empty,
not a drop to be found.
So I sealed that place,
but the Light in me
left it so that you could always return
should you have a change of heart.
The Mantle brought me here,
and as Light inverts to Shadow,
so do I.

It was blue,
did you know?

My favorite color was blue.


Love, Cosmic

Did it ever occur to you,
that the universe,
in it’s grand design,
had conspired to bring us together?

That we are drawn to one another,
like planets in orbit,
and the constellations, a chart,
from me, to you?

Is it really so hard to believe,
that maybe,
we were born from the same cluster of space dust,
and that our very atoms yearn to be together again?

If I claim to believe in anything,
it would be the stars above,

and you.

Always you.



I have heard it said
that the person you think of
when you stand in front of the ocean
is the person you are in love with,
and while I cannot argue that thought,
for I have thought of you many,
many times there,
I wonder if the inverse is true?
What if the person makes you feel as if you were there,
gazing upon the last rays of sunlight reflecting upon the sapphire surface;
I think, that too, means you are in love with that person,
as I am with you.
Your hair, a harmonious splash of sepia strands, like the waves,
crashing against your shoulders,
and your eyes, like chocolate pearls, brilliantly dazzling in the sun,
and your laugh, like the fine spray of the sea, refreshing my senses.
Women like you drown oceans, darling,
and I have no problem going under.



It’s peculiar,
this feeling you give me.
I always assumed that love was this grandiose
fancy dinners,
vests and dresses,
diamonds and pearls.
Maybe love is still about those things,
but then I met you,
and suddenly all of that changed.
For the first time, I wanted nothing more than to simply
with you.
I craved you, in the simplest and most innocent of ways.
To come over and have you in nothing but an old t-shirt,
worn out sweat pants,
and mismatched socks.
Your hair, a fantastical mess of chocolate
swirled about your lovely cheekbones,
connecting the dots of your sweet freckles,
as we watched or read whatever spoke to your soul,
and I would twirl your hair in my hands
as you fell in and out of sleep against my chest.
I wanted to make late night tampon runs,
in the chill of night,
and as we drove over to the store,
you would clutch my arm in the frigid thralls of your car.
I wanted to see you bare,
to turn the worn pages of your soul,
to read the you that you are when you are alone,
the no make-up, no effort version of you
because that is the only form that speaks the truth.
Now, I know that you aren’t supposed to look
for other people to save you,
but when I am around you,
the world becomes, like crystal,
My spirits rise, and the skies,
thick with smoke and haze,
shift to the calmest and kindest blue.
I know I’m meant to save myself,
but the honest truth,
is that with you,
I don’t have to.
So, come, my darling,
it is never too late
to begin our story,
our love,
over again.


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