don't worry

don't worry about me.
about no man but you.
I know you'd like to know
how I feel about you.
and these worries,
these abouts,
may make people think that
there's maybe,
something happening
between us.
but all of us;
you,
I,
they,
knows quiet well,
if not loud,
that there isn't;
you and I.
there could only be;
you,
I.
and of course they;
wellwishers,
prophets of doom,
seers of love.
before I laugh,
I better leave it
right here.
the thought.
mine,
yours,
theirs.
there's absolutely nothing.

the void

you'll know that feeling

of inadequacy

when you spend

most of your time,

wondering about what people

say.

about what they're saying

whenever you aren't

with them.

And when that happens;

you'll know that

the void,

that uncomfortable space

of which you then

feel like,

it was better if I was

with someone to talk to.

and if ever you get to

be in that dark space,

with no room to move

an arm or a leg,

you start feeling that

there's no way out

for you.

every thought is cul

de sac.

if you know

what I mean.

first

I saw her first and wanted to touch her,

She moved back as if she knew--

what I had wanted to do.

Up to this day I don't know how I missed her.

Touching is the first step to love.

I don't believe in love at first sight.

I believe it's full of passion hiding to be love.

There are women I see and just want to ask them;

Can I sleep with you?

But because our world is full of judges,

I end scared of expressing my true feeling--
 towards women.

And end up in date pains.

Pains of hiding how I truly feel about a person.

These date rules don't work.

They just make me desperate.

Desperate enough to split yet another woman's hear--
 into two.