better than counting petals

I was thinking of you when a friend asked, “what’s in your mind?”
after a breath or two I replied with a quaint smile, “hope springs eternal...”

spaces

i stole a little bit of you and bring it everywhere i flee.
or was it you who stole a little bit of me whilst leaving my chest empty?

the world is just a composition of lines and planes highlighting you

he kept still and quiet tonight
overshadowed by a dim light
he speaks to me no more like the nights before
and the nights before that
neither a single word nor whisper
no stories about them, himself or her
not even a simple gesture,
just an empty stare, this man in the mirror

obtuse

if you were every word I say
i’d opt to stay quiet for while
so I could miss you

since when can silence be so alarming?

there are only two things in this world
you and everything else in it

but if only you could see me the way i see you

upon her i wonder

an angel appears to me, this maiden
forever seems she was kept hidden
for only now i see her belatedly
as my breast, my heart sense agony

i curl whilst groping contemplation
my liken quickens hastier than my reactions
swallow fast this broth of heartrending
so i could clearly see path to an ending

halt, for I am not too sure
will a quiet parting resolve to a cure?
as these fissures of feelings worsen
the joy of her presence i dare not abandon

as bitter sweat skims on my cheek
yet...
her smile won’t allow the pores in my eyes to leak,
this maiden.

fetter

i need to know
i need to be sure…
for everyday a cavity my heart grew
and it won’t stop until I’m through…

i need to know
i need to be sure…
and I need to be certain
that you are happy
so I could calmly flee
as I leave you be

like you
i am just God’s intervention