An unrequited love
Is a drought.

That seeks the comfort
Of the sun

Dear comet turned thief
Run. I feel no grief

I’m the rib that won’t break
I’m the light the moon fakes

I’m the drought
That forgot she was the sun

i can’t imagine not
being grateful to the water
when it is not quenching thirst
but when it’s flowing faster
than my fragile self can handle
when its power is beyond mine
and i cannot sip nor swallow

the gentle, careful waves
don’t hold still for me to wade in
i am simply coexisting
i am free to swim around
and i may be swept under tomorrow
it’s an ever changing world
and it doesn’t give us rain because we ask

There came a time when I realized the river flowed outwards
The west became Sahara and east Bombay.
The golden chops grinned in greed.
My lips were full in windy cold winter,
and you became hoarding supply-less supply.

I told you I like you, and I spill those sky blue tears.
Years later...
You fall to me and I'm into somebody else.

choose people who choose you
this is what I’m gonna do

reciprocal relationships
is what I’m looking for
don’t want to be hurt
and disappointed no more

expectations from wrong relations
I should be more patient

so you made your choice
and it wasn’t me
there was a lot of noise
inside of me

heart over mind;
it’s a problem
for mankind

could have given you the world, wow
but it’s okay,
I get it now

you don’t want to be loved by me
so I will go and set you free

but there is something
I want you to know

a truth that wants to glow
a fact I’m sure of
this right here
is your loss.

- gio, 09.04.2020

you nourish relationships that don’t want to grow
maybe you should leave, you should just go

you put energy into so many people
that in reality sting you like a needle

they can’t give you anything in return,
nothing that sets your heart on fire
or makes it burn

and if you only would know
that those people don’t want to glow,

or at least not with you,
then maybe you should
adapt your crew

so stop watering death plants,
maybe you should just replant.

- gio, 10.04.2020

Sing the song of gratitude,
should the grass grow.
Felt beneath our feet,
the soil breathing its song.
Let it growl a languid tone,
for its tongue rests underneath its greenth overflows and wild creatures.
A picture of placidity it draws, hidden under its overtone of yellow kingdom.
Don't let it loom over you,
for its stature is everything but onerous.
Tell it why you fear not the soil nor its engulfing sky, and it shall move the winds easy.
Speak with candor and imbue it with your love.
Because when it hears your song of gratitude, it too will sing.