Nothing’s prettier than that smile,
on the face of someone you love,
and it was drawn by you,

nothing’s prettier than that smile,
no manmade crayon can draw,
but the truest love of yours,

be the first who drew one on mine,
the time is up but who cares,

what’s the fun in a life lesson?
long gone,
you are hard not to think about,

why am I writing another love poem about the same lover?
because I never get enough,
it goes over and over,

Hollywood,
Gone By Daylight,

then I find someone new and get attached,
hoping we disconnect,

new stars to colonize,
and new lands to explore,
one day I love you,
one day I don’t,
you will forever be a part of me,

the moon was clear,
like the change between us,

wooden like R and its guardian,
I don’t conduct electricity,
nice try though,

I only hope one day I will find someone who will be worth
being hung up on all my lifetime,

afterlife too.

New track,
new car,
I switch them like lovers and can’t find the one which satisfies me,
less obstacles could mean lesser danger but I go and never think,

new track,
new love,
I contain two secret poets living deep inside me,
changes only force me to collapse which denies my great density,
I don’t fall apart,
not anymore,

or at least not as much as I was doing some years ago,
the aircraft landed,
tanked,
and flew to space,

new track,
new expression,
I fix myself every day progressively,

I came in hotly like Dorian,
I’ll leave like John Wayne.

The rains left,
I left
you in North Carolina,

I recall my debutant days from three years ago,
the dew on the tall grass,
the primordial architecture which bloomed into a real empire,

nothing expired,
we are older,
better,
and never the same,

as soon as I return home I’ll set sail to The Neighboring Island,
from the absent dock just yet,
off my old home,

I will redo everything it takes
to recover you from the abandoned script,
I went too far,
literally, baby, too far,

and I went even further when it comes to moving away from you,
past the thriving all year long tropical zone,

I moved to the second island,
then I left with the rains,

but I heard they’ve returned,
so have I,

in North Carolina, where all life was born,
not forgetting the better try,
which I took in the legit way,
intended,

no timer,
we’re set free.

Caramel melting in my mouth,
this poem wasn’t even meant to be about you,
I don’t know your name,
but the kiss was so good I can’t forget you,
baby,
you moved away,
like a tide or a wave,
I forgot you existed,
sweetness sickness,
I still have that bellyache,

my swiftness was your fuel,
jewel to your paper crown,
and you just tasted like,
the caramel latte that I bought on my way from work,
the chasers left the town,
and Venice was my home,
I never thought of you a single time on my way from work,
my tastebuds didn’t work,
Cinnamon all night long,

but you have a blank page in my lovers textbook,
I saved colorful pens if I will ever find you,
blue sky,
red fire,
and cotton candy clouds,
everything seems normal without you,
some days
I think
how all this time
I was living happy without you,

the love songs,
with no addressee,
keep being sang back at me,
but I have stuff
to care about
more than I do currently,

caramel flowing from candy,

you are not mine and never were,

I **** at storytelling,

hurt and free to go.

Pick me up from the gardens,
I’m sweet enough,
and ready to become wine,

I left my soul in California,
I grew up overnight for my gardener,
in wait for a better life,

turn me into wine,
Laurel Canyon psychedelic life bored me,
so I went out on the PCH,

I did it all for you gardener,

I did it for us,

it’s hard to change overnight,
enter a room filled with light,
goodbye ultraviolet,
now I can be found mainly outside,

this story was supposed to be chaotic,
but I changed overnight,
it was hard but I succeeded,

I grew on dry soil,
but my fruits are upper class,

everything is possible,
I did it - I believed it,

now expect from me:

a box sent all the way from Arizona,
dose of sweetness without cover,
just enough for all my lovers.

Red roses were in your hair as a part of a flowery crown,
make something up,
my original aesthetic,
novel love life,

she said ‘become a poem’ so I became a poem,
voltage free,
no one speaks,
I express microscopic feelings and make them into twisted stories,

keep Twitter memories,
I love you for some reason so I visit you frequently,
not in the form of angel neither demon down on Earth,
but through meta connection,

false rejection,
come back to Brooklyn,

Discord Love,
growing in me on school benches,
medallion craved by time,
as the stars were dashing in not equal tempos,

I love my alter ego,
I love you,
and the mystic gate I kept locked is halfway opened for the world,
a week apart,

but I won’t take another step,

not just yet.

Not moving forever is pretty boring,
so I left the dock,
on my new boat,
I went off to the unknown,

I woke up in the middle of the night and it was also the middle of the summer,
I thought about how many lies I’ve cooked up to make me a stable passage,
then I went out on the balcony,
and gazed into the vastest lake,
and the pinnacle inverted by nature,

and in that moment I thought about that time I gave up right by the summit,
how I said ‘**** it’ and hit your name in my contacts book,
and stared at the calling screen,
and told you to get me back home,
which you did later,

I got back inside and made me some tea in which I saw my reflection,
then the clock struck 2am,
and I thought about that night when I was obsessed with you like crazy,
and how it turned the signs on all the roads by 180 degrees,
all trains derailed,
all communication was lost with the outside world like in a catastrophic movie,
the cinematic slideshow finished,
I got back to bed,

and then in my dream I saw myself reaching the summit which I gave up on,
I climbed it,
left a flag,
and floated towards the clouds like a cleansed angel who has fallen for a reason,
hopefully karma did its thing,
and now I can start like new,

after the day I do all of this in real life,
that’s on my to-do list.