Nightmares

Tears are welling up, just as I hoped they wouldn't, and I have to blame you. Favorite films are tainted with you, and I can't seem to find the proper cleanser to do away with the stains; why'd you have to come about and make your mess? Dirty kisses are all over, and the overwhelming mountain of them leave me to contemplate that which I thought I had left behind. Why'd you have to come about making your mess? No one can clean it up, not even you.

Ease

The ease in which your lips form impeccable doses of sensuality has yet to cease to amaze me. Once again you've proven that with eyes closed loving you would still be the euphoria I'm indulging in my present. The magic you possess isn't crude charm; your gift to melodiously tempt me to satisfy all of your will, along with your restraint in not abusing my naïveté fuels this monstruous and all consuming fire.
The ease in which your lips form perfectly the only words I need to hear is unnaturally, yet easily, the most beautiful memory you've left with me.

Adoration

Sensual expressions have eradicated, and at last, I've kissed the waters of inspiration. Ephemeral perhaps, but I feel an abundant happiness that can be identified in the depths of my heart, the deep of my eyes, the grins on my face. Happiness that life births is a phenomenal sacrament that traces only few lives, yet I was graced. I was graced to feel that which I haven't felt in more than a year, and here I am. Enjoying.

Rolling hills of happiness, I adore you.

Ventuno

I'm begging for you to come back.
Days were brighter
Nights were longer
The breeze was sweeter
Nostalgia was stronger
Love was all enveloping:
Or was that you?

I'm begging for you to come back.
Nothing in this world is the same
Nothing around me matters as much
Everything is departing
Everything is distant
Everyone is bland:
Or is that just me?

I'm begging for you to come back.
I want colorful sparks known as moments
I want bountiful beauty to fill my soul
Consummation calls!
Information inquires!
Memories of you flit:
Creativity, will you stay?

Changes

Usually, reclusion is a gift that I'll never negate, but lately, reclusion has transformed into loneliness. I don't smile as bright as I used to, and certainly it's a cause of the massive change looming over our heads. I can't indulge in relationships that might have worked out, only because Time tells me not to. I can't engage on levels that I accustom myself to doing, and it's killing me. The luster is fading, and I don't know what to do. I'm being shadowed by fear, and all I feel is an infernal winter that puts to sleep anything that hasn't endured previous winters. Usually, change is greeted with open arms, but now it's stifling me with its bombarding lack of cordiality, and I can't resurface from what I see...

Nostalgia.

Sometimes the rustle of the leaves that scurry by is the only thing that tells me that I'm still alive. The subtle scrapes against the concrete remind me that I still can communicate without saying a word, without a single whisper. Although I cannot wish for a time like then to reoccur, I miss the complexity of my existence - the complexity you used to illuminate - and I miss the philosophical mazes we lost ourselves in for hours.  


I appreciate your beautiful absence - no longer is the air thick with guilt and pain - yet, on days like these, our synergy would have lit up the city. On days like these, your love would have done me good.

Even When

Melancholy has a way of visiting unexpectedly, and I hate it. I wish she'd give me more notice, so I wouldn't burst into tears every time I think of your voice. You cause me more grief than you should, you know. I just thought to let you know, especially since you're not quite sure how we fit anymore. Christ, as if I knew how we're supposed to act, as civility has gone out the wayside. My dear, I can't imagine ever harming you intentionally, even at this point in time, so must these torments be as often as they are? Or are you just exhausting us for a reason? I'm hoping for the later, but sometimes I feel like I don't know you. Sometimes, when I'm laying my head down to breathe in the late night, I don't know what you feel for me, or if you did at all! I'm sure at one point you did, but now you've hurt me, and I'm lost.

Darling, I'm lost, but please don't go looking for me, even if love has compelled you.