Ciao

I saw waves breaking

Over her face

Drowning her cheeks

In the deep black and blue of Mariana’s trench

She was drowning.

Muffled by the oceans current

Sweeping her words

Away into whirlpool pupils

Keeping an eye on the sky

To make sure that she was alone.

I don’t know if I’ve ever heard a siren’s song fall silent

Until her voice broke over the rocks

Into a thousand crystals

Raining syllables on the shore

As she cried

Speaking in fragments

To catch breathes in the troughs of the waves

It was low tide.

I remember,

El Niño’s grasp holding her down

Warm to the touch

But so potent that it formed monsoon rains

In some places and sunny days in others

Death will do that to somebody.

And no matter how much you try

To look on the Brightside

Night falls over us sooner or later

And I can’t run fast enough to stay in the sun’s rays

So please

Carry me through the times I have to sleep

So I can still see the light through my eyelids

And wake up to its smiling face

It is freckled

Like grey shore line rocks

Forming earth’s beautifully hemmed skirt

In the spatter of her waves

I once caught her dancing

Silent

Even though she caught my gaze

Like a well trained fisherman

She let it tire

Then reeled me in

Closer to the point where I could hear her say

“Ciao Bella”

As if it were the only thing I ever wanted to hear

Using the sign language of tears

And the pronunciation of her gestures

But I have never been fluent in body language

Forming spaces between my fingers, and hers

My dialect and the only one she knew

Because yes and no are mutual

But goodbye is universal

And I remember she called me beautiful

In the last moments I would ever see her

Even though we made eye contact

Every weekend for 2 more years

It is high tide.

The moon is smiling at her silhouette

Beautifully placed just below the surface

Like a coral reef

With life scurrying off her body

As if it were the healthiest

Of all marine phenomenon

Because I know

Though she was pale in those moments

She was vibrant

Though she was silent

Her ever breath echoed through the hallways

With the anticipation

That anyone could finally be her last

And as she finally took a breath

In unison with me

Her last syllables were

“Ciao, Bella, you can do this without me”

Handcuffs

I'm sorry that I never had to suffer a youth like you
I watched you grow wiser with each passing day
at a rate that I couldn't even fathom at that age
I guess things are different than when I was your age
but it just goes to show how fast the world can change
I sheltered myself from the beauty of roses to avoid pain in my life
but you embraced the bouquet and now,
scars of Ill love and stain glassed picture frames burnt around each memory insinuate that you ain't the person you look like.
You have some tricks up those sleeves on how to translate cold steel to feeling
making blood brothers with a bitten lip and stretch marks on those hips from being forced to grow up so quickly
Your hips, used to sway to the music until you lost track of the time
 it was 4 in the morning when you called to tell me that the dotted line running parallel to the life lines In the palms of your hands was begging for you to cut jagged attempts at sobriety so that everyone's ideals would just be silenced for a while and you wouldn't have to lie to me and bring red hands over my eyes and whisper. Everything is alright.
But I know better when you hold down the cuffs of your shirt when you hug me to separate me from the pain u feel because you don't want it to cut me too.
But if it helped you, I'd let them nail me to a cross without any Novocaine to replace the warm blood I lost And make me numb, from the cold intentions in my heart which breaks like icicles as you cut us apart, I'll be fine.
Knowing that my knowledge of growing a smile on that face stops the flowing of your heart while it's going insane will save you one day
and one day
when I'm brave enough
I'll drop to my knees and propose to you with the sun set in the sky like a beautiful diamond and beg that you stop bleeding me with those razor blade smiles as you use wrists to paint me the bigger picture of what life is
and it's abstract
 like a dreamland where we can stand,
 toes in the sand and witness the simple pleasures around us like mother nature's waves which seem to lick her shore lines in search if self satisfaction because what she gets from human beings is only a fraction what she needs.
But fractions form the stained glass frames which are burned into my mind to make light of situations like these.
give me the chance to fall to my knees and breathe a sigh of relief because these come few and far in between
so one into you and one into me
hopefully it's enough to give wind to your tattered sails and bring u off to a horizon which folds on itself to make infinite origami cranes out of the smooth Sheet of water.
Because I want you to be granted all the wishes you can utter in that one breathe
because when it leaves your lips... I promise...
That it'll the most beautiful thing to stop the swaying of those hips.