WE

Who we really are from the inside?

   What stories we have buried

What are we trying to hide?

Saying : I am totally okay

Even when a thousand times we cried

            Busy in faking perfection

Just to fuel the futile pride?

and in between of all that laughter

   There is a thing that I have realized

       That the happiest face among us

Are the ones who have already died.

Finally Found You

I am not the first person you loved.

You are not the first person I looked at

with a mouthful of forever’s, we

have both known loss like the sharp edges

of a knife. We have both lived with lips

more scar tissue than skin. Our love came

unannounced in the middle of the night.

Our love came when we’d given up

on asking love to come, I think

that has to be part

of its miracle.

This is how we heal.

I will kiss you like forgiveness. You

will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms

will bandage and we will press promises

between us like flowers in a book.

I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat

on your skin. I will write novels to the scar

of your nose. I will write a dictionary

of all the words I have used trying

to describe the way it feels to have finally,

finally found you.

And I will not be afraid

of your scars.

I know sometimes

it’s still hard to let me see you 

in all your crached perfection,

but please know;

whether it’s the days you burn

more brilliant than the sun

or the nights you collapse into my lap

your body broken into a thousand questions,

you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

I will love you when you are a still day.

I will love you when you are a hurricane.”