Tu Es Anima Mea

Over the days,

I've grown weary;

be as it may,

I say simply:

Love, I miss you,

and I long for

moonlight's faint hue

to touch us once;

That one day we

might find somewhere:

an untouched peace

with none to care.

A day is all

I desire

to dis-enthrall

my burning fire.

Fire, it consumes,

and, love, fire will

bring one's blithe doom;

fire seeks to kill.

Never shall I

falter nor fall,

be as it may:

I will love you through all.

Subrideo

i'm sorry

if i get too attached

if i tend to fill your phone with messages

if i write you poems, whose streaks never seem to end

if i think too much when i should not

if i don't listen to you when you tell me not to send you those contagious messages

if i tend to get too cocky

if i get too worried sometimes

if i need you too much

if i miss you so much

Nocte Une

the sounds of one night

       bellowed from beneath.

       it did not sound right

          so i laid low, i breathed

                while i held my heart sheathed.

the darkness taunts me

             in sublime words and phrases

       yet, very momentarily,

         these words and phrases 

       ram through my fences.

it comes through and takes

   whatever it might,

     whatever's at stake,

     whatever's in sight;

                    i will never have lived that night.

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