Your heart
fell...

There's this tenderness
inside my chest...

I am an artist
plagued by poem...

There's a peculiar heart
beating faintly...

I'm craving a mango
and you...

Hearts
are meant...

So many images
can fit in a sigh...

I feel silly sometimes,
recalling the ways I behaved...

Like all the men
I've ever adored...

This pen does more
than scribe mediocre poetry...

Words perch
on my tongue...

It's no mystery loving a man
who behaves like the moon...