Parallel thoughts like parallel lines carry similar veins of reasoning in almost identical directions.  Through this though separate we find unity.

And I think I'll call these the lost nights.

The nights where the silence is all consuming. Shapeshifting into black holes.

The only light at the end of this tunnel used to be the sound of your voice.

But now I'm stuck between the four walls of my mind that taunt me with the secrets they hold in the form of my memories.

The most prevalent one says that you'll never call.

So far it's been right. Sometimes I ignore it.. But nights like these, it ricochets like gunshots. Screaming to be more than heard..

Screaming to be felt.

And once again I'm reminded that I'd rather it be your voice that broke the silence instead of my memory of it.

I think I'll call these the lost nights.

Love is fragile.
It spins, a plane of glass,
on the pin point of a sowing needle.
Tilting, and twirling, and wobbling.
Unsure of where it will crash,
or if it will crash at all.

My love for you is ever-turning.
It shimmers with a beauty free of cracks.
My love for you is constantly skipping.
A pieced-together, scarred shard.

Love has many faces.
Like masks in a grand theatre show.
Waiting behind the closed curtain,
ready to break free for life's ******.

Our love is deep and wide.
A fire that fills my soul and strokes my womb.
Our love is steady and gentle.
A calming wind that comforts my back.

You can't understand,
why our love is so different.
You can't understand,
why my heart lies romantically with another.

He will always be my one.
Our futures are entangled with one another.
I wish you would see that.
Understand my love for you will never fail,
Just because we're not together,
doesn't mean you're not my friend.

they say that time flies

they are wrong

with every second that I spend

with you

I know that they are wrong

it is us that fly

it is me

it is you

they say time flies as an expression of its limitless nature

me and you have no boundaries

we are

when we are

where we are

we

are

always

they say time flies

but with each tick

with each tock

I am sure it is us

we fly

we are

infinite

“The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.” -Rumi

I promise to love you.

At 6:30 am when you’re walking to go to school or whatever road life takes you on, and when you wear your pajamas, your hair is a mess and your eyes are sleepy.

At 8am when we say good-bye for the day and we’re rushing out home, you with a cup of tea and your purse, and I with a cup of coffee and the car keys in the other hand.

At 2pm when I send you that text that you read two hours later but it draws the beautiful smile you have.

At 7pm when you’re tired from the day and people have worn you out and you feel like crying and falling asleep and escaping from everything: I will kiss your forehead, and wrap my arms all over yourself.

At 10pm when you’re heading to bed, even though you probably won’t sleep for hours because of the stress. I will be playing with your hair.

At 3am when loneliness and sadness do not destroy but consume us, and when you cry without an explanation, I’ll kiss your lips softly and tell you you’re the absolute best and that things will be better soon.

I will love you when you grow old; and I will love you after that, I will love you if I’m no longer here.

I will love you.

I will love you.

I will love you.

It’s really hard wanting to go home
When she’s just so far away
Take this fainted heart
Take these tainted hands
Wash me in your love
Come like grace again
For love’s not hopeless

Loving you

Was the most

Beautiful

way to die