Human Poetry-

You are a work of art.

No one could possibly love you more.
Even on what you consider to be your worst of days
I still am able to find poetry in the tone of your voice,
within your untamed hair, your 5 o'clock shadow,
and the way you accentuate my name.

In every glance I take you in with my eyes,
you pour yourself into me
and I
cannot
help
but
smile.

Symbiosis :

We define the process of symbiosis.

Formulated science.

The index of your character,

rationality behind the uncontrollable forces.

Magnetic, chemistry. (we have)

Illumination. Hollow night skies.

You are the moon.

Production of light does not flow from you.

Reflection of the sun, reflection of feeling.

We are a phenomenon.

Seared together by time and space, aligned.

Love like light, caught within delirium. 

Don't fight this,them, or even inner consciousness.

Fighting fire with fire gives you ashes.

{You could fight, but you can't win.}

Here and now.

The choice is yours

...

The only thing hindering you is you. -

The rejection of romance, 

the attributes it entails,

the mechanical thinker, 

the avert of emotion -

Idealistic and impracticality, 

We do not belong here.

How one may feel -

a life omitting the potentiality of love

would be far more favorable & composed.

Lacking hindrance, unconstrained.

{Happiness is ?}

Could you envision

"life" with the absence of air?

Implausible,

unless artificial 

- wouldn't that be the outcome?

.......

Quality of life would diminish 

-if not end entirely.

Survival would be a possibility

-but unlikely.

The body,

nothing more,
a bag of bones,

s
 i
  n
   k
    i
     n
      g
into a :
|s|t|a|t|e|
(of) deterioration.

Air is vital to the lungs,

& vital to continuance

|existence itself.|

No air, no life.

>> Equivalent to ones survival. :

A life without love, 

it wouldn't be much of one at all.

Revisions in progress :

In retrospect, 

I was the one who formed 

such a misguided state of subsistence 

||to think|| :

nothing before 

(or) after you.

How did we get here?

& why?

Time equalizes everything.

Such a lapse in "time"

but never an oversight 

//of what could have been.

I want to know love

without the fear of falling.

I[t] 

will 

devour 

you 

whole

if 

you

let

(it)

me.

&;& We are one in the same

What aperture is this?

The inevitability of transition,

the purpose of time.

Caught within this entanglement 

known better as my thoughts. 

No longer static, 

but not wanting to alter a thing.

!Wake up >>>

Locate your head, 

organize what you find here.

This is your most current state of indifference 

When / what / why / how / where now ...?

 << anywhere >> 

sounds better on the tip of tongue,

on the edge of my thoughts.

SURRENDER ALL FEAR.

( Have some sort of faith, 

patch up the aperture,

hold onto your chest,

so your heart can't escape

and fall onto the floor. )

* REMEMBER :

You deserve good things.

This life is now one of them.

Quantum Physics.

I feel the reaction of & due to emotion is a learned objective.
What one does not discern, one does not attempt to do so.
It only matters if it matters, right?
...
And it doesn't matter if you are uninformed,
>> therefore the less you know, the better.
You cannot miss something you have never known. <<

My mind is an ocean -

Engulfed in this consciousness.
\\What is?// &\\What isn't//
The unknown is unnerving,
but we exist here.

Gasping for air.

Struggling to catch my breathe,

struggling to stay (feeling) alive.

Is this worth drowning for?

You can't always wait for someone to save you,

sometimes you have to be the one to save yourself.
Or maybe you never needed saving,
love (& loathing) is a :
funny/fickle/magical
& disastrously beautiful thing. <<

Bits & Pieces :

I. 

I will never forget the first time you told me that you loved me.

We were intoxicated with alcohol, we were drunk on each other. 

This night in particular, you were continuously flaunting how lucky you were to have found me.

You were proud of me, I was honored to be yours. 

I was uncertain of how I felt, 

but I knew that I would never feel the same ever again.

My heart melted on the floor boards beneath my feet.

I was yours, and you were mine.

II. 

Prior to us living together, 

I would stay at your house more frequent than not.

I could never get enough of you, the feeling was mutual. 

/I could feel it in my bones./

On the drive back to my residence, 

after stopping for shitty overly sweetened iced coffee...

After ever so passionately locking lips at every red light, every stop sign.

You revealed to me that you had somewhere momentous 

you wanted me to experience first hand, with you.

We ended up at the flood wall downtown hidden in the heart of the city.

Awestruck and mesmerized, some of the most astounding street art 

I have ever had the pleasure of witnessing.

In this moment, time stood still.

I cannot quite explain it,

but you made me feel like the most glorious girl in the entire fucking galaxy.

I felt blessed to be in your presence.

I internally kept whispering to myself, I will never forget this. 

(and I never did.)

III.

Sexual endeavors were our forte.

Whether it be sultry and delectable,

Whether it be slow and sensual,

Whether it be rough an passion filled.

My body entwined with yours,

My mind hypnotized by yours,

We were one.

And I was overjoyed.

IV.

I was a handful, 

you loved me anyways.

You found beauty in my flaws,

I accepted this notion for what was.

,,,

For I found beauty in yours too.

I never felt more beautiful 

than when you would profoundly stare into my eyes 

It was as if the world had stopped just for us and us alone,

I would give anything to just experience the sensation 

of such sweet desire a few seconds longer.

V.

Bits and pieces,

fragments of my heart.

A piece of you will always remain within me.

I can only hope the same goes for you.

Until then -

Maybe one day 

(you and I)

will find a moment in time 

where we can be |one| again. 

Happy again. 

Healthy again. 

Head over heels, 

butterflies rattling against our ribs, 

refreshed and aroused, again

together;as one,

again. 

Maybe 

(we) will ingest the same breath 

and expel it out just the same. 

Maybe

(we) will possess

the emotional capacity,

the acknowledgement,

of each others 'ins and outs' 

without picking at each others wounds. 

Maybe

(we) will welcome change,

and accept it just as that. 

-Without withdrawal.-

Maybe,

(you and I) will collide, 

maybe one day I won't need to miss you like I do

.

..

...

No loss, No distance

Until then, 

you will remain lost in the folds between

my thoughts 

& sentiments. 

Until then, 

I will miss you endlessly.

Until then, 

maybe.