I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

Don’t fall for me,
simply because
I will turn your kisses into similes
kissing you is like watching a sunset; slow, and beautiful.

Don’t tell me you love me,
simply because
your words will form metaphors in my mouth
you are a thunderstorm my heart is not ready for.

Don’t fall for me,
simply because
I am selfish,
every breath you take, every word you speak
I will find a way to turn that into a composition of letters and sounds
for my own purpose.

Don’t try to be with me,
simply because
I will try to trap you with my words
every space in my broken sentences will be filled with thoughts of you.

Stay with me,
I’ll turn your existence into a poem
stay with me,
I’ll engrave your name into my verses
stay with me,
stay with me,
stay with me,

so I don’t have to turn my heartache into a poem of sorrow once again.

I have not felt at ease with the world in a while,
but that has changed,
simply because
you are my world now
everything I do,
I do for you.

So this is a warning;
don’t fall for me,
simply because
I am a thief who is good with words,
*I will steal your love
and turn it into stories of malignancy and almosts.

We are not meant to last,
Our bones will brittle like fresh wood on a late night fire.
Hope being the light will guide the lost to shore.
The sea is not meant for men,
Stronger have been swallowed whole,
From the edges of our earth.

To those who feel empty,
You are enough,
Remember the blood that flows within you is pumped by a heart that finds time to love even while keeping you alive,
To those who think the days are too long,
The nights are your friend,
Embrace it like a long lost love.
To those who hold lit candles for lost souls,
Remember that no one is ever truly lost,
You can find them along the lines of your palm.
For those who dream large,
The universe will always expand to allow you space.
For those who love and hurt,
Reconstruct your ribs like a puzzle with too many pieces,
You are too precious to not be complete.