Trust is quite funny,

Do I hand over my heart,

When you might beak it?

Maybe you’re a good person,

But in the past I was wrong,

Break it,

Heal it,

Play it,

Nurture it.

So Many decisions,

Which one will you pick?

A random lottery,

50/50,

Though considering how this world has turned to something of a mockery,

More like 25/75, but it’s ok, you find me pretty,

So back to 50/50

Break it,

Heal it...

steam curls on your mug

we match our smiles between sips

easy morning chat—

when your gaze holds mine too long

warmth spreads beyond the coffee...

I can’t seem to think

all it takes is one glance, stunned

Breath taking beauty

Endless possibilities

I wonder what’s going on?.....

I met you at last,

thought our paths would never cross.

And already the

absolutism of my

devotion could shatter all....

going through my mind

desperately trying to

mirror you back to

yourself, that you will like

me too, the way you like you

...

Connections await

Who will be our next best friend

People come and go

Unlikely people will bloom

Find the ones that make you shine...

dear m,

i had liked you, matt.

if i had known earlier,

that you’d disappear,

i could’ve spent more time liking,

and less ignoring.

your best friend,

chiyo....

The day has risen;

I’ll feel what I have yearned for,

And will start anew,

With her gentle fingertips,

And her enchanted kisses....

I met someone new

His eyes, blue, caught mine by chance

Love, it came to pass

When we recognized that glance

Facing, in the looking glass...

A single word beneath the sky,

I said it once, it learned to fly.

It touched the hills, returned to me—

Not quite the same, but still set free....