And if you are to love,
Love as the moon loves.
It doesn't steal the night,
It only unveils the beauty of the dark.

And if you are to love,
Love as the rain loves.
It doesn't wet the bodies,
It only washes the sad dirt of the souls.

And if you are to love,
Love as the wind loves.
It doesn't drift away,
It only cleanse you to the core by invading through each pore.

And if you are to love,
Love as the sun loves.
It doesn't radiates heat,
It only pours its warmth on you to enlighten your way.

And if you are to love,
Love as the star loves.
It doesn't delightfully twinkles,
It only reminds you that not even death can separate two hearts.

And so forth,
if you are to love
Love as the whole universe
& not just a part of it.

she knows she has to let go
but she's not ready just yet
you were playing with fire
but she didn't see it as a threat
she likes pretending she doesn't miss you
pretending she doesn't care
but you set her on fire from the first moment you were there
and her biggest mistake wasn't falling in love with you
it was thinking you would love her back
now no one can make up for what she thinks she lacks
and as the nights grow longer
she's become increasingly afraid to admit
you don't just constantly cross her mind
you still live in it

the words aren't building right,
the syllables are off and
it doesn't sound right,
no
sad isn't the word,
it's so much more,
blue isn't the right color
nothing is rhyming and i'm
running out of time
and why is it sometimes so hard to write?

perhaps
we always drift together
because our hearts
know more
than our minds

s.s

you look so lovely
when you lie
keep saying you love me
till the day i die

s.s

I remember getting in your truck to go for a drive.
Next I remember waking up in the hospital to all of my family around me.
Except for you.

This can’t be real.

I asked for you over and over but no one would say a word.
I screamed and cried, but still not one answer.
Why won’t they answer me?
Eventually it dawned on me that you were gone.
Another person I loved leaving me before they should.
My father leaving me before I could say goodbye.

This can’t be real.

I woke up crying today.
I’m not usually the type to cry but you’ve never left me before either.
It seemed so real.

But it wasn’t.

It was just a dream.
A nightmare.
A ‘wake up call’ if you will.

Poem or just a rant, call it what you will.
I’m scared to lose my parents.
I learned that today.