At 1:27am

He looked at her
like he knew her

or like
there will be a shared secret soon
that they need to keep
for themselves.

127 versions of me

i taught myself to be 

more

sensitive 

more supportive

a little bit more spontaneous, 

taught myself to

believe in magical moments 

and hold them in the heart forever

to be more susceptible

more selective 

and it turned out

that it's possible 

to grow more and more

into the person

you should be

the most magical version

of your own 

My goddess for 127 years

She said I need to stop
doubting in myself

and the way she looked at me
I understood
I was a goddess before they left
and before he entered
my life.

I started to swim
in a beautiful flow.

Architecture 1-2-7

The architect in me
is building
bridges
and tearing down walls

simple as that
cliche as that

the archidect in me
is growing
flowers

peaceful as that

so
not an archidect
but a gardener.

He had 127 opportunities

He's seeing something in you
and he's afraid
of what kind of doors
you could open.

So he chooses
to climb out of
windows
instead.

Stars in my mouth around 1:27am

The night kissed my eyes
and you kissed me
outside of my house.
Yet I couldn't decide
which one was more beautiful -
the stars in my eyes
or the stars in my mouth.

Locked his hands at 1:27am

The way he locked his hands
around her body
was a sign
that he didn't want to lose someone
so magical
so rare
he just had found.

His embrace
felt more home
than the last place
she visited -
that left her.