I know a thing or two about couple stuff, darling, and neither of those fits in the space in your heart. The rest of the world basks in love and all its typical aesthetics, you know, the usual; holding hands while overcoming fears and jumping off buildings, and sitting at beach under the midnight sky, talking while meteors come to listen, and staying in small-town bookstores for hours and seeing metaphors from the steam coming off their favorite coffee brew.

But then, loving you isn't all about walking down a trail of roses under pretty sunset hues; it's not sharing the same wanderlust and flying to countryside Europe. Loving you is writing alternate endings to a tragic film, only to find it even more frustrating. Loving you is getting ****** in wormholes leading to chaotic, parallel realities. Loving you is crashing on brick walls, and dancing under the falling debris made to look like a summer rain. Loving you darling isn't like love at all.

But if you give me a chance, I'll kiss you in the subways and make poems out of it, as if the meeting of our lips creates milky ways and all other celestial bodies poets write about.

So let me love you, darling, despite all of this.

Let me love you, the way you deserve it.

Let me love you nonetheless

i have not touched the edge.
i have not fallen that deep,
then i have not felt like flying
and i have not fooled myself
that i will land on my feet
and be as innocent as once.
nor have i melted on the ground
but crying because it hurts
when risk and hope colide.
still injured i have not smiled,
so proud that i fell fearless
even my fragile heart
broke into small pices.

yeah, i have not done this
i will just keep waiting.

Your body
Your red cheeks
Your voice
You make me drunk
The only thing is, you're actually good for my heart.

will you still
love me
when you realize
i'm far from perfect

I've tried time and time again to write you this poem, to write how I feel about you, but I can’t.
Not due to the lack of words, but on the contrary due to an abundance of, feelings, and things I
can’t explain.
I can’t count the number of times I’ve tried describing your personality the way you make my
heart pound at the thought of you;the sight of you.
Only to end up with nothing. Left speechless with a giant grin on my face.
The way a kid lights up during holidays.
If only my brain knew how to put together the perfect words to tell you that everything you do
everything you are is exactly what I’ve been looking for.
I’ve always known how to start these poems, I’ve always known the right things to say.
Yet I sit here confounded still not knowing how to show you how much you mean to me.
I know that you might not understand, and it’s okay.
If only you’d let me love you, if only you’d let me show you that I would never hurt you..
That when I think of you all I want to do is spend every minute next to you, and to give you the
world.
To make you feel wanted.
To be yours, to be your safe place.
If only I was special to you maybe I wouldn’t feel like this.
Sometimes I feel like I’m fighting for something I can not win..
Sometimes I come off desperate, clingy
But only because I don’t know if my chance will ever come.
I’m scared that the feelings will someday disappear
I’m scared that you will never need me the way I need you.
Afraid that the happiest moments will only be memories of something that never was.
That you will never love me the way I love you..

There is a pain so intense no one can bare it
not the strongest or the bravest
this is the pain of being in love

the perfect agony
the painful ecstasy

it is not the affliction of love
love does not burn so much
the love for friend of family
does not reduce people to their knees

this is the agony of ‘in love’
the first glimpse
the first touch
before you see they are also human...