Lying mirror

you inherited his eyes

his sweet smile

even his smell

you got his love for daydreaming

and his way of dancing with words


but your face is not the same

he’s absent, lost, sad

your face is not the same

he’s the father, you’re the son


your face is yours.





Your ocean




Your kisses always tasted too salty for me

as if you had more tears

than love to give


But now I know you have ocean water

instead of blood

dark secrets hidden under your soft skin.


you can’t run from me


I feel your depth as I touch your lips

My own death as I drown in your saliva

searching for the truth

your truth

your mysteries


I’m a teardrop in your high tide

Looking for your ocean

A sea of promises and lies

In your perfectly blue shade of brown


And as your sweat runs through my body

I feel your waves

Crying for forgiveness


Can’t you see?

I am also on my knees





The beginning of the end

Leaves on the sidewalk.

They crack as I walk,

I know they must be talking to me.

I know they are warning me.


With each step another one dies,

They’re like stars

turning themselves off.

It hurts every time.

Although I know

They’re no longer alive,

I still believe in their light.


Autumn comes like a thief

in the night.

Slow moves and sharp knives

It knows what it wants.

Undressing trees and blowing candles.


Suddenly Summer is gone.

Last time

If you have to go,

Then let this goodbye be as dark and tragic

as your mother’s tears.

Let it be as loud

As the first sound you made when you

Left her womb,





In my mind,

You’ll always be a child.

Like a moon, scared to show it’s whole face

But oh! 

If only you saw the light

that shines through when you do

It’s so beautiful.

You’re so beautiful.


I hope the kiss of death

Is as fresh and beautiful as your first breath.

If you have to go.





Midnight poem

The words are blur
and hard to catch,
like raindrops in the wind,
they run fast and unforgiving.

The smell of this night
Is as addictive as your lips on my neck.
I want you.

I want you as the naked winter
trees want to be dressed
in flowers and sunny blows.
Like the whistle of the wind,
looking, searching, craving
It might never find
I might never have

I want you,
I want the restless depth of your touch.
The endless sweat of your anatomy.

I’m drunk and unkissed,

and I want to be covered in your skin.

I may be drunk and unkissed
But I’m here and you’re real.
And the words are blur
and hard to catch,

I want you. Come.

On self confidence

I’ve come to realize that self-confidence is not so much about one’s personal perception of their beauty, as it is about their ugliness.

I think self-confidence comes from that ability to face being ridiculed and/ or misunderstood in a graceful way.

When you are aware of the number of ways a specific outfit; picture; hairstyle; etc may make you look ‘ugly’ under most people’s standards, and you give zero fucks about it, then you’ve mastered self-confidence.

Then you know that even though your teeth are not perfect, and your nose is ‘too wide’, you are not light-skinned, you are happy with it and you love every feature in you.