i guess i’m a hopeless romantic.
want to buy petty little things
to see a crack in his pretty smile

want to pick buttercups for him
so i can see the glow on his face
yellow, radiant, much like him

on a summers night drinking
cheap beer and kissing him
knowing his taste over *****

in his bed listening to his
billy joel and nirvana cds
not noticing them playing but

his green eyes piercing my soul
as he side eyes me and smirks
laying in my arms warm embrace

just let the goings go
and the time flow out

like fine wine
drinking it with you

on the beach of my making
but who knows?

anything could happen

missing him while i’m in a country
a country where im supposed to be at home
a country that is mine to identify with

i identify with him
with his country, his people, his ideals
i’ll be a soldier for his country if that means
i could be a soldier for him

don’t force me to fight for some far-off land
some land where i can’t be me
where i can’t express my love, my passion

i wonder what his hair feels like
as i comb through them with my fingertips

or how his skin feels, my dopamine spikes
when he traces down my spine, lips on lips

or maybe his breath on mine as i kiss him
just after he brushed his teeth, minty

could it be his guiding hands on my limbs?
as he looks so sweet and divine.

why am i so obsessive
making myself seem like an attention ****
if he knew i’m sure he’d be reprehensive
the potential outcomes bleed out of my head
like a cut
shut my eyes from my heart
tie it up and make it act dead

Oh, Hyacinthus my heart,
my sanctuary abandoned, abandoned!
for your eyes, your smile and your laugh
Delphi is nothing, incomparable to sands and

waters murky of river Eurotas wading.
Holding you on the banks, embracing
and pleading for this to never end, praying,
my fingertips on your skin, tracing.

Lusted after by all, but only loved by me
Your love, your soul entwined with mine.
In sickness, in turmoil, in health,
in the cold release of death