Don't go

Glistening crystals constellate your skin,
Clinging to the edges of your pores.

They're iridescent
Under the fluorescent light.
-Creating constellations only i can observe.  

And your brown-green eyes
Look even greener than before.

//

Lips too caught up with the sight,  
As three words clings to my throat.

“I love you”.  

Please don't let go.

I don't want to

Join the dots between your cheeks.

''Look at me again''

Trace the cracked lines on your lips.

''You're not kissing me again''
''I don't wanna Kiss you again''

And i don't wanna miss you.
I don't want to miss you
and your hazel eyes ever again.

Places No One Knows

I know I’m screaming.
- But I can’t hear my voice.
I know I’m saying something.
-but no one seems to understand.

I can feel them all
glaring at me.
-Even they know
what I’ve done.

It reminds me,
with its whispers
the reason why I
always was behind the crowd.

And I can’t control the emotion
that’s spinning inside of me
and racing through my veins.

I want to let it all out.
I want to let them explore,
see what’s beyond.

But maybe I’m just meant
to stay at places no one knows.

Addicted

Jump into the pond.
-You know this life it’s not worth.

Wake me up
when I have a perfect life;
Or let me drown
at the bottom of the bottles.

They say
the grass is greener
on the other side,
right?.

I’m addicted to it.
I’m addicted to it.

And I swear
there’s a ghost
on this damn house;
Her mouth covered in blood.

I’m addicted to it.
I’m addicted to it.

Uncap the elixir
that will bring you
to the exit.
-And feel a whirlwind of happiness.

I’m addicted to it.
I’m addicted to it.

And I know
you can see far more than i.
-Even if you say I deserve

something better.

I’m addicted to you.
I’m addicted to you.


(Inspired on Addicted by The Night Cafe)

Us

A pair of frozen hands to hold,
never ending late night phone calls
and warm hazel eyes.

Soft icy lips,
poems that mean too little
- But at the same time
too much.
And short dark hair spilled everywhere.

If Only You Knew

Your hands
were crisp in mine.

Your fingers,
frosted blades of
grass in my
grip.

My hands,
were crisp
with the realization
that seemed to
be all i
could wrap my head
around.

And your fingers
were melting,
I was taking
small pieces of you.

You’d travel

half a mile,

if only

you knew.