something obnoxious and pretentious

even if it's not love

it's the closest things I have to it

so please don't judge me

I didn’t write you down
because I was afraid
my pen wouldn’t let you go
my paper would swallow you whole.

You are a beautiful
that steals away breaths

The kind I can’t help
but keep to myself.

City Love Series - Paris

Paris,

That’s where we

should have met.

We could spend

a lifetime, hand

in hand, walking

around the Louvre.

Degas, Gaugain

and the rest would

watch us with jealous

painter’s eyes as we

stroll the Musee d’Orsay.

I would take you to

the very tip top of

the Eiffel Tower and

shower you with

the diamond stars

of a Parisian night.

And we would dance

away our lives in the

small cafes of Montmartre,

as lovers do.

If only we had

met in

Paris.

"Or run eight miles, like Hunter."