Heart is love
Lips are affection
Hands are connection
Arms are locked
Feet are trackers
Legs are followers
Heart is love
There is no bind
No junction to find
Find no use
Hard to discover
Harder to recover
Parts we refuse
Searching overtones
Mutilator atones
Heart is love
Shed my thorns
Dread my sores
Heart is love
Here eyes are not like the stars in the night sky,
who witness lovers nightly without surprise.
Her eyes are like the sun and the moon.
The sun who watches as I scorch dry with its being.
The moon who watches with its pity as I withdraw.
The sun will surely rise and the moon will surely wane.
Her eyes never cease.
Twinkle, twinkle little star,
I wonder what you are.
For the girl I love,
I would give you this rose.
I will choose the reddest
from the reddest meadow.
I tread heavily but in silence.
I grasp the stem and I grip.
I pull without strength.
I fear to destroy such a gift.
I have uprooted it finally.
It will live with your love.
I have gifted you to the full.
I will never again be left whole.
For girl, I love you.
I give you this rose
My mind is a
microchip-bearing
data-eating
speed-processing
cloud computing
hot stuff software
but cool hardware.
My heart is a
rust-shedding
noise making
oil sneezing
black smoking
piece of junk.
Too bad,
my heart pumps blood to my body.
Too bad,
blood comes back to my heart.
Heroes of epics follow the old code,
A man leaves his homeland.
He goes on an adventure.
He saves civilizations.
He finds his true love
and he goes home.
He discovers himself.
I stay here.
Adventure is everywhere.
I should save myself first.
I find my true love.
How do I go home?
I lost myself in you.
I alone follow the new code.
Is it a coincidence?
We love the same things.
Sometimes, I discover what you like
and end up falling in love with it.
Other times, you discover something I like
and end up falling for it.
Is it a coincidence
that we are the same?
I love you because I do;
or do I love you because
I love me?
Are we more like twins?
Am I finding myself in you?
Is it I love myself so I love you?
Is it a coincidence?
I don’t think so.
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People have always talked
about the ruins of the heart.
The heart crumbles
into ruins.
The heart has always been in ruins.
We look for other hearts to rebuild this ruin
but those other hearts are ruins themselves.
This heart has began beating in ruins.
It wants more than what it was given.
Those heartbeats reverberate
through the shattered pillars and hanging walls.
A little more shaking, a little more swaying,
it will implode and collapse into itself.
We have always talked about
people being complementary.
The gaps and holes of one
filled by strengths of another.
When can the heart realize,
its shards and brokenness
can only hurt others?
Now,
can we not conclude
the heart is painful?
Can we not conclude
the heart is blinded?
Can we not conclude
the heart is alone?
The heart has always
been complete.
Will you answer me?
Please smile and not reward pain.
Please answer me now.
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Here, have my love:
Crazy, madly and deeply.
Take it whole, my love.
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Let me touch your skin.
I know that you feel it too.
Love be mutual.
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Love is glue so strong.
It quickly mends cracks and gaps.
Off it goes, break more.
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In you, I invest.
For you, I pour all of me.
From you, I expect.
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My friends: “Talk to her”
Me: “I will be over her”
My love: “You pretend”
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I have broken once.
But, first means second.
I’m sad. I can count.
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Take me for granted.
I know you leave the insane
With wounds wide open.
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Love is kin to rose.
Petals die and thorns remain
Growing from inside.
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Love as good as dead
Lost a head, missing a heart
Love as real as life
Most poets write very powerfully.
I just like to write very light but still true.
Deep words are for books
too complicated for crooks.
Hello. How are you?
I really miss you, honey.
I need you right now, baby.
Goodbye, my love. Hope to see you soon!
Long time, no see.
Hey. How are you?
Don’t you remember me?
I’m the guy with you.
I’m not lying. I’m him:
your honey, your baby
your boo-boo.
Goodbye for now. See you again soon!
For my next line, I am unsure.
Am I writing powerfully?
I loved you but
still loving you.
If my lover were a shrike,
she would prop me on a pike:
prostrated and crucified.
She is not yet satisfied.
My body is bleeding through
and her eyes are bloodshot. True.
Continue. Tear me apart.
Exhume my not beating heart.
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