Poems

Flooding windows.

One day, I will know.
One day, I will be able to comfort you.
Your pain hurts me in indescribable ways.
I am ashamed I cannot understand you.
I wish I knew that same feeling.
Those hot, salty tears streaming down
Your face long to be understood.
And though I will never wish bad on anyone,
I cannot wait for the day
I cry the same tears you cry.
So when the day finally comes,
I will comprehend the same language
And we won’t have to use tears
To say what we truly feel.

Poems

Speckles.

We’re each a part of a bigger picture.
When compared in relativity to size,
We don’t matter.
But when the sun shines on you,
You are everything.
Everything I don’t know and have never believed in.

You bring out the mysterious unknown.
All while hiding it with a layer of silky comfort.
Your relativity goes beyond a speck of dust.
We might be nothing to the universe,
but my universe is nothing without you.

You’re just a speckle in the middle of numerous colors.
But the greatest wonders will never amount to you.
And at the end of the day, here you are.
Standing out, screaming out:
Love with the love we love to love.

Poems

Summer.

We are just small organisms that roam about
With no real knowledge of our true purpose.
The sun guides us, feeds us, keeps us alive.
Distance has never punished us, but solely
Revealed the beauty of changing the seasons.
We are either the surviving tree or the falling leaves.
But change is the one thing that keeps us alive.
Learning, evolving, growing. There’s no end.
And the day we stop changing, we stop living.