Like a skydiver whose

parachute failed to open

or an astronaut whose

rocket never made

it into space,

my dreams had been

painfully broken

and a tragic ending

was mine to embrace.

At that moment not one

single word was spoken

nor did any tears of despair

stream down my face.

I took with me only

rejection as a token

and for days stared

disconsolately at the

rose she refused to take.

We grew up dropping countless jars full of multicolored marbles and being humiliated by the world for being so foolishly careless. Later on in life we went on to do incredible things with bits and pieces of our shattered hearts once the universe united us – things which made me believe we were born to create astonishingly gorgeous mosaics. You and I became two clumsy yet happy lovers doing clumsy yet wondrous things whilst clumsily yet madly in love.

There is no need to

worry about me falling

for anyone else's eyes

Would a sailor not

rebel and choose the

deep blue sea if forced

to pick either land or sky?

Rest assured that you are

this wanderlust sailor's

absolute favorite song

Becoming entranced by your

haunting lullabies whilst standing

merely a few painful feet away from you,

my beautiful and ethereal mermaid,

is exactly where I belong

Let us always keep tiny bags of stardust in our pockets so that we can sprinkle some

over those who lack an imagination. Grab my hand and let us rekindle the beautiful flames inside people's hearts which dwindled as they grew old! We could gather large groups of avid dreamers and take hot air balloon rides to taste the cotton candy clouds we are very often pulled down from. My sweet beloved, you and I were born to bring color to the mundane areas of this world.

You are a garden spider

and I am an awfully fortunate

landscaper on those magical

nights we cuddle together

I lie down in bed drained

from everyday obligations,

watching you elegantly weave

a beautiful web until my

whole being is delightfully

tangled up in your fascinating

dreams and nightmares

I ran outside frantically and did 

so barefoot to feel more connected 

with the rich earth beneath my feet 

My tired arms stretched out like 

two strong wings on an elegant 

airplane trying to embrace the 

pink horizon within reach 

Along the way I desperately 

asked the sapphire heavens above my troubled head for immediate relief

Every celestial star and unshaken 

dandelion on that cloudless, 

windless night kept telling 

me to just breathe 

She knelt before the

ocean and politely asked

if it could form a wave powerful

enough to wash away all her pain

but the ocean denied her request

because she too would drown

Later that evening she showed

up at my door with nothing more

than a four-leaf clover

begging me to use my

last bit of fairy dust

I did not know what darkness

lengthened her hours

All I knew was that her

lonely eyes displayed an

overwhelming urge

to escape reality

And so we did

A little bird told me that you have been feeling quite distraught as of late and

are contemplating avoiding heartbreak at all costs for the remainder of your days.

When your hope begins vanishing into the purple horizon again, I want you to remember how the moment you are ready to quit is usually the moment right before a miracle happens. Perhaps, just perhaps, the reason those vigilant stars outside keep begging you to kiss them enthusiastically every night is because the next romantic partner heaven sends into your life will be the one it doesn't also take away.

Jump into the fog and make an effort to find me. You won't be able to see clearly with your bare eyes, but I trust that you know by now the most beautiful things in life are felt and not seen. Use your other senses to guide you. You can use the part of your soul you have ignored for so long as a portal to the realm I currently reside in. It is a foreign paradise where heartbreak has no place in a dictionary, and where a cure that is easily accessible to those who are terribly grief-stricken exists. Although I am certain you would miss the chaos dearly, I promise you will finally be able to rest. Before drifting through the cosmos, we should let it be known we mustn't be woken till the gentle night settles in; for I do not wish to wake up from this daydream unless it is to fall asleep and dream of it again.

Vandalism is illegal pretty much everywhere, yet your initials are carefully scattered across my heart. You spray-painted without hesitation because you knew I was not a law that can place you behind steel bars if broken, but an empty canvas you could paint heartrendingly beautiful landscapes on. There is one thing I certainly have in common with the owners of all the walls you've ever vandalized, and that thing is how I never gave you permission to leave a permanent mark on my territory.