I crave you,
All my wants have turned
To needs.
I burn with a flame
That is hot
Only for you,
Because only you
Have the power
To spread the fire
Tame it.



Good morning (a haiku)

Lover wake me up
With your breath on my bare skin,
Warm hands under sheets.


Your secret blue

I know you like to change colors,
But I know you at your core,
You’re blue.
Please do not try to fake it with me,
Showing orange and reds
Beneath your yellows.
Yes, vibrant green is many things,
But I know it’s not true.


On my own

Am I alone here,
Left with abandoned thoughts
In a graveyard lined with beds
All named ‘slaughtered hope’?

The sky dims and my mind blackens,
Reminding me,
Tonight will end just like the last,
Leaving me with questions
Always unanswered.



There’s a ghost in the mirror,
She sings songs with my face,
I have seen her before,
But we went separate ways.
The blues of her eyes
Still swallow me whole,
She’s dynamite explosion,
Too scared to let it show.
I want to be something
I’m afraid I’m not,
I’m too pretty to cry,
But too shy to be her.


Holding onto speechless

I feel without words,
Saving them for some other time.
I feel stuck and unchanging,
Still I keep moving forward
Or just two steps back…
Backtracking thoughts
Some might name useless worries.

Face stained, I am voiceless
My eyes confess to you in tears
Silently, honest, telling you,
“I feel the sting in cold winds touch…
So please, do not tell me
You can hear the voices in wind
Whisper softly, saying ‘let go.’ “



I yearn for songs that have not been written,
As I count minutes that have already passed.
While these hands attempt to compose thoughts,
I see truth exposed in a light too clear,
My pen fades out…
Tomorrow may never come.