You think you love me, but you don’t.
And as much as I wanted you to, and you wanted yourself to–
The answer will always be a no.

No, you don’t.
Yes, you tried.
But no, you never chose me.

It doesn’t make sense, does it?
Not all things true, don’t.
Nor untrue.

We loved, you and I.
For a short while.
Choosing and reckoning what was it that made us

Us,
From a momentum filled with joyous embrace
To bridges burning, memories flayed

Hello,
Are you going back to sleep?
Wish you thought of me today
Been thinking if something’s up
Are we alright?

Hello,
You forgot something
And I didn’t wish to be this dramatic
Pray tell
Do you still feel for me?

Hello,
Have you seen me?
I’ve been waiting for you to arrive
You’ve been out of reach
Give me one good glance

And maybe after that,
I’ll be gone

Hello, I’m going now.

and we’re in the same place again.
and again.
and again.

i have come to meet myself
in the same corner of my woes.

and from a safe distance
people are like black holes.

i wish I could tell myself to stop
and just get curious.

yet I can’t move on so easily—
for it consumes.

Long after a few years, and a little more encounters,
A little more fun, and random whereabouts 
A little more bickers, and random conversations
That I found this path to someone like you

After a long while,
I wouldn’t have known how insanity
Would bring me to a different dimension
Of our little, peculiar situation

And how I’d find myself
Being succumbed to happiness
That I never thought I’d ever
Bring myself into

I am happy with you,
And though I’m still unfamiliar
With happiness in somebody new
I thought I’d try to let my inhibitions go

So I hope you won’t leave, just yet
I want to be with you,
And let myself see how things could turn out to be
If I tell you now, that I love you

measure their love by
tracing actions to words
words to action

if they didn't lead you back
on the same path,

then you weren't
measuring anything at all

I need a pinch of goodness.
A slight nudge
from unfamiliar surfaces
that will help me gaze
through these dying days.

A spring of hope. Energy.
Or inspiration.

My soul is in a rolling stone
at the moment. It ceases to
understand and has been left afloat.

It exists ever so lightly.
Without a gust, without a mere trace.