I'm not embarrassed to say that every time my eyes met yours my heart beats faster.

It's like I'm a drummer addicted to his music that he creates every summer so that he could listen to the rhythm that's rushing in his adrenaline every time his drum vibrates and creates a sound that we call music.

But I call it love.

no one invited me to love,
so I wrote it in poetry,
aesthetic perhaps, but at least
those who read, can go
'awe'

i love the way your cheeks lift when you smile
when your eyes start to disappear
and your dimples peek out to join the excitement.

i love the way your laugh floats lightly in the air
a little giggle sometimes, sweet and soft
making my heart swing to the melody.

i love the way your lips move when you ask me, “can i kiss you?”
and i love the way they feel when you do.

i love the way you fill up silence with a song of “mm mm mmm” when you don’t know what to say,
or when you dance after a compliment because you don’t know how else to release the “ahhhh!” that is growing restless inside of you.

most importantly,

i love the way that you make me feel safe
and respected
and beautiful
and understood.

and i really,
really,
love the way,
that you love me.

i didn't love you.
not then and not now.

i loved the idea of what we could be, together.
somehow we'd be the ones to defy the odds.

but now? what i wish the most is to free myself from the illusion that we could ever work.

this is the end of the impossibility of us that lingers.

My girl has a way about her
Especially when she's genuinely happy
A perky little grin and playful purr
Her words are all cheerful melody...

I love her like this
It's so utterly satisfying to hear
I hope it's something I never miss
Whether she's afar or quite near...

This is how she should be forever
Laughing and smiling with glee
This I make my everlasting endeavor
Her joy is the very height of beauty!

My girls has a way about her …
And I intend to keep it that way!

Why is this boy acting like I'm interested?
Persistent like I'm playing hard to get
I'm happily in love, I'm committed
Does this boy thinks he is actually a threat?
He has someone and still wants another
She's a keeper, when its over, he'll regret
No thank you, not a chance, goodbye lover
Bid you adieu, cant take this girl into your bed

when the leaves of the peach trees have grown
and their branches bend and furrow
i’ll ask you to step away from me
leave the garden be
peppered in mango and pickled poppy plants
while we part ways in a tango of estrogen and ivory
i wish you could carve me an idol
turn me pristine and stone
groove all my etches and blemishes
out with a simple cast of the hand
i’ve always yearned for simple ecstasies,
satisfactions of the tongue and the sacral chakra
wonders of the body and the mind
cross ways and tangle when sprinkled on the soul
i’ll bring my telescope so we can shoot to the north star together
beaming through space and time like meteors knocking planets out of the sky
because i throw dimensions on their side
when i throw it to the side
and i ignite your flame
house fire, forest crumble
slice of blueberry pie with vanilla scoop on the side
“would you like some lemonade, dear?”
while the sky tears in twelve
and we play tea party in my little cottage
hoisted against the edge of the world

aesthetic words
to attract your eyes
to read over,
it wasn't the beauty
I wanted to show,
just what I wanted to say