when i said i wanted you i never meant a relationship
it was just stationary
we’d be better off with just a friendship
but my friends are all imaginary
sometimes i see you here with me
but it’s only a hallucination
one day you’ll come back, maybe..

I trace your shape with trembling line,
On misted glass with fingertip.
The rain has blurred what once was mine,
Dissolving dreams that used to slip.

It washed away each whispered plea,
And tore the verses from the page.
Outside, the city sighs with me,
Drenched in a melancholy stage.

While streets are drowning in regret,
And sorrow drips from every wall,
All I have left — this silhouette
That on the glass begins to fall.

You're walking now through foreign rain,
Beneath some stranger's sheltered skies.
While I remain with silent pain—
Just raindrop whispers, dreamlike sighs.

I know you breathe a different air
Where wet boulevards stretch and gleam.
But I am left with ghosts to spare—
Your heart... your shadow… and the steam.

Beneath the sparkles of my teary eyes
You'll find refelctions of you.
Beneath the charm of my shady smile
You'll find whispers of you.
Beneath the layers of my weary heart
You'll find beats of you.
Beneath the depths of my lonely soul
You'll find you.

But I know, you know—
You don't have any traces of me, do you??

josef
joseeef
the gay one
i like you a lot
you’re the best
jose-
i think you're gay
but that’s ok because it’s
priiide month

The Moon was a quiet soul,
With not much to smile for.
But oh, the Sunny shade was no bore,
Of course, she was loved by the universe.

The love they shared capsuled
Them in their own galaxy;
The galaxy the little Star
Was oblivious to.

Oh, the Star
Quiet and awkward.
All she meant
Was trouble and boredom.

How she longed to touch the Moon,
To smile and be smiled at,
To love and be loved.
But of course she was too naive.

She was just a young Star,
Too absorbed in her reveries.
She was just a tiny Star,
Invisible compared to the mighty Sun.

When the Moon told the Star
Of his love, she flushed,
Thinking all his poetry was a
Reference to the tiny Star.
But alas, she wasn’t the only star.

Then the eclipse arrived
And the Moon and the Sun
Shared their beautiful kiss.
The Star, however, could not share
Her confusion, so she cheered along.

Of course the Sun was brighter than her,
The Sun was warmer, wiser.
The Sun was everything the moon needed;
The Sun was everything the silly star could not be.

In the palm of my hand,
A dandelion rests,
Whispers of my breath gently caress its delicate form,
Carrying my wishes on wisps of air,
As it dances in the breeze,
Drifting northward,
Like umbrellas soaring with the wind's whims,
In the midst of stormy weather.
As the dandelion seeds float past you,
Spring rushes forth,
Asymphony of senses,
Acknowledging the vibrant season before me,
No matter how many dandelions I blow,
Or how many seeds scatter on the spring breeze,
Each one carries unspoken desires,
The flying dandelion seeds never unveil
The depth of wishes they hold for you, my dearest,
Veiled in silent intentions,
As they soar towards you,
The guardian of spring's essence,
In my world cloaked in autumn's hues.

—ancn.