If you saw me
fall on dirty floors...

I made my journal a ghost
covered with blankets...

In my cellphone, I write this poem.
I write. I form. I create this poem...

Love, you see,
it's not exactly any quote...

She hurried to the kitchen and onto the stove.
Water was boiling, spilling from a small pot...

It's been days, I can't live like this...
This feeling is more than I could ask for...

I was like a chocolate box under your desk;
Hidden for everyone else, except for you...

You know that little thing
in that little thing...

I dreamt to be...
but it was just a dream...

Jesus Christ,
You are like the sun rising amongst the mountains...

Should I say it?
Should I...

Like leaves in oaks, I'll learn to fall
from branches short or from to tall...