I looked at the moon tonight. And I know you have your life and I know we do different things and I know we might never have a chance to be together. But it's still so nice knowing we share the same beautiful moon. When it is done shining for you, it comes over to me and illuminates. 

What You Can't Change

She listens to the slow sad songs that soothe her thoughts.
She arranges her body to make sense of the way she feels.
She tries to make herself appear unapproachable to most people.
She pushes me away, for me to come running back for more.
No matter what she tries, I cannot get enough of her soul.

Broken Mirror

You say you want me but the reflection in your eyes show someone else.

I am in love with your being.
not your looks
not your words
not your movements
not your sounds
with all of it
together
working to make you
what you are
your existence makes me
weak

You say that you have never let me go, but really, I never left to give you the chance to.

take back everything you said, I don't want it anymore. take it all back. you are a manipulator. you found a way in and you made a home. except it wasn't a home, it was a vacation house and now you want to leave and I'm empty and quickly realizing that I don't want your words anymore. your words are trash to me now. you got what you wanted, a confidence booster, I am not some broken mirror you can put together. in the end the reflection will never be whole, yet you continue to try to fix me. you could never love me piece for piece. you could only love what you made of me. but I am not, will never be, something you can bend till it breaks, I am already broken and I cannot do not want to be fixed. I can only be made into something different, something beautiful. so either take me, or take it all back.

Where I am With You

It is like traveling to a destination and before you get there, as you approach it, you see it in the distance. You see the whole before the pieces and despite some parts being bad, the view is magical.

The Definition of Like

I don't like your favorite songs, but I listen to every word anyway
I don't agree with your views, but I listen to you defend them always
I don't find enjoyment in the places you find it, but I listen to you passionately describe them in every way
Anything that captures your attention, that creates a pleasing thought in your mind, is something worth capturing mine.

When It Rains, It Doesn't Always Pour

Maybe the sun is the enemy. Maybe the storm clouds form thick enough to protect and create a barrier from the sun. Maybe the sun is slowly drying our lives and the clouds give us moisture every opportunity they can. Maybe we rejoice at the sun when it comes as the clouds listen. Maybe the clouds   get upset some times because their hard work will never be known or appreciated. Maybe they cry out loud shrieks and outbursts of rage. Maybe despite it all, they still try to save us. 

The Creator

Where'd I go, I do not know

You do

You stole me

You altered me

I am what you made

I do what you say

So tell me

Why

You still don't want me

I wish I had the courage to burst these doors down and run out of this dreary bus. To linger in crowded streets, lost and alone, but more importantly, unknown. Hidden in a place of shattered dreams where I belong. I won't need to look back, for I left nothing behind. The desperate hopes of strangers will guide me to my haven.

Eternal Sunshine

I'm chasing the reflection of the sun on the water knowing I will never catch it. I chase it everyday.

Full Moon

and when it takes over, you feel it everywhere. you grab your skin tight and squeeze. you bite down on your lip hard trying to hold it in. but it always finds its way out. it rips through and suddenly you're crying. and you feel pain. in every part of your body. you look up. you look around. and no one is there. so the pain starts to hurt deeper. you put your head back and take a long breath. you remind yourself that nothing is wrong. it was just a passing moment of weakness. you say you are ok. you tell yourself you are ok. but you know. you always know.

I closed my door for the last time.

I locked it.

You slipped a note under.

It didn't say much. 

You never need to. 

Not much is always enough.

And,

you have the key anyway.

Map of My Life

Love is the path You are the destination My heart is the compass

Plans Written in English

I want to wear sweaters and drink tea. A cobblestone home that is small and warm. A bridge to get to town that crosses streaming water. Trees, lots of them. Little black squirrels and chirping birds. Quiet streets and people passing on their bicycles. A garden that goes around the house. Furry animals living beneath, always stealing vegetables. A frustrated husband who is so cute when he is angry. A chimney that thick smoke comes out of in the winter. A burning fireplace with a patterned rug placed alongside. Driveway made of rocks, stones, and pebbles. Nicely placed windows that the sun shines through in the morning. A clawfoot tub filled with the right amount of bubbles. A smell of amber and spice constantly captured throughout the home. Lamps in every room. A big bed with a wooden headboard and silk cream sheets. A fresh bouquet of flowers gathered in a vase in the middle of the table. Neighbors that come over for a glass of crisp wine when we can. Friends to go to the pub for a drink with when times are hard. Honest and true, they help in enjoying life and not taking it too seriously. A place where I'm a stranger to, but everyone is nice regardless. A place that is new, but never felt more right. A place where I wake up next to you. A place where we call home.

What Comes Next

You pass a cemetery when driving into New York City. With all the tombstones standing tall and closely together, and your car slightly elevated above them all, it looks like a city itself. The stones appear just like skyscrapers in the distance. But maybe it is more than a city. Maybe it is a whole different world.