I've been eaten

I've known you

but it feels like we are

on a blindate

I've seen your face

million times, yet today

I get nervous to be in 

your gaze

We know each other

as friends

but not as lovers

We've seen each others lips

but never the curves at each end

and their dark chocolate-caramel color

If only I could have those curves

that your body makes, in my hands

that soft touch 

my hand traveling, discovering every

inch of you

your neck, oh your neck

so tall and handsome

your hair, oh your hair

dark it swallows

but your eyes

they, ....

they, ... eat a person whole

Kit-Kat break

I am taking a break from you

Cause apparently you can’t take a break from him

There’s something about sharing you

I live for it

I await when you take ‘rainchecks’ and call me instead

The problem is

It hasn’t been rainy lately

And my umbrella has grown rusty

Rusty from being left on the side

Forgotten about, not used

You will never take a break from him

For you are a masochist

And so was I

From you,

I loved your pain

Hence “loved”

Past tense

I am no longer an extra in your life

But I am the protagonist in mine. 

Tracks

Why you do this to my head?

You get in, get out, ride around

like you have an all-day pass

But I am the stupid one that gives you

The unlimited card

I hate how you ride my tracks whenever,

No matter the time

But hate even more how I can’t ride your tracks

For your tracks have a name

And it’s not mine, neither yours

They are owned by someone who is not me

And that kills me

Kills me because I am so darn respectful of boundaries

You seem happy with the name of your tracks

I just wish they didn’t have a name

I wish they were free and

Still had time to present my name

But it’s too late

That tracks are named,

And don’t want to break them

Don’t want to cause chaos in the underground

Your tracks mean more to me

Than my own

♫ ‎"I believe that Life is about trusting your feelings and taking chances, losing and finding happiness, appreciating the memories, learning from the past, and realizing people change..." ♫

Dude or Bro

I've been afraid all my life to say "I love you"
I've said it a million times but it always ends with:
Dude or bro
Since we were young kids,
You always felt this love for me
It seemed so mature that it scared me
I mean, come on we were kids!
You were suppose to have candy and games in your eyes
Yet your eyes were soft, caring and thoughtful
I've loved you dear friend since our competition started
But I didn't love "Love"
I was more afraid of it
Afraid of being casted under that spell,
Not a white spell but a dark one
One that would make me act stupid and forget about my goals in life
What goals could I've had at such a young age, you ask
Only one, really, to not be heartbroken.
I've always been mature for my age
and for that, I don't regret not having told you "I love you"
But I think I might have taken my sweet time and
Now you won't notice whether "dude" or "bro" are at the end of the sentence.

Just let me say this:
Sorry for being coward and selfish but I truly care to tell you that my goal in life now,
is to tell you that,
"I love you." 

Child of mine.

My child, every step you take I’ve known

Every word uttered by your mouth was first heard by me

My dearest infant, don’t you see that I’ve been there before, during and will be in the end?

Can’t you see that you are mine?

My precious treasure you are

I think the most of you

 My shiny butterfly

Colorful and free

The only part missing is my heart in you.

My heart.