“Missing you like you no longer exist.”

Poetry, music, and silence.

I’ve chased after sunsets too many times to know how precious time is.

You complete me.

Do not tell me how to feel just because you can’t understand.

Sometimes I get my youth confused with age.

Give me love and I’ll show you unconditional.

I miss you even in my dreams.

Love, if true, stays when all else is gone.

Regret is a time travel in a world where time only moves forward.

Can I write you into existence?

He is a friend. A different kind of lover.

The ‘almost’ kinda love never makes it.

Silence is the best storyteller.

I am a wildflower disguised as a flame. It’ll be fun to watch you underestimate me.

When you least expect it, death creeps in and reminds you of life.

Love, let go you’re holding on to things you no longer know – release.

You can ravish your woman so deeply that her surrender breaks your heart into light.

Religions have depended on the relative isolation and ignorance of their flocks, forever and this is all breaking down.

You are the book I keep closed, for some stories are not easy to read. But flowers bloom in between like the story is still alive.

My longing is to have you back. Your body, your soul all at once.

Love today. Gone tomorrow. Now you pass each other like strangers on a busy street.

No man can break any of the Ten Commandments. He can only break himself against them.

Words are weighted messengers that can break when they drop but a moments pause is the harness that keeps them from falling.

Now all that’s left of me, is what I pretend to be. So together, but so broken up inside.