you told me of who created the cosmos
heaven, earth, both with no breath lost
his right man born 'tween stone worshippers
his teachings bores wisdom within

touch my head on this earth for You
at least 5 times a day,
help my brothers and sisters of god
to be a good man,

what if I only did the latter
and also to those who don't believe in You
does it really matter?
the address the prayers point to?

but it did to you, mom
ordained since birth in His ways
to be good, first and foremost
and I did, just wasn't in His ways

so it's not a detriment, to you
but a commitment, to me
to be good in spite of it
and a compliment, to us

so know you did well
so much so that,
I catch myself thinking,
if even He,
thinks I'm good too.

I miss
the way he called me
“My love.”

I miss
the late-night calls,
his voice soft and sleepy,
but still for me.

I miss
the arms
that never held me—
yet somehow felt like home.

I miss
the voice that whispered,
“It’s gonna be okay,”
when nothing else could reach me.

I miss
his gentle “Hmm, that’s great,”
his casual "Hii”
like it meant everything—
and somehow, it did.

I miss
his quiet presence,
comforting,
even in silence.

I miss
his cheesiness,
the way he'd make me blush
with just a line.

And it’s not that he left me.
He didn’t.
But I miss him—
in every second,
in every thought.
He's everywhere,
except here.

I wish he could know
What I'm too scared to show.
I wish he could see
Just how much he means to me.
I wish he could tell
That I know him so well.
I wish he could feel
My love that is real.
I wish he could hear
The things that I fear
About him never knowing
That my love for him is growing.

im chasing the attention you give me
beg for it, desperate for the warmth you offer
your smile makes me feel like im facing the sun
and i've been in the cold for so long

you look at me as if i've put the stars in the sky
trace my fingers in empty moments
admire me when i look away
yet my brain knows to be cautious,
despite all the green flags and the soft words
im scared to be loved

but i want to be loved by you.

You were the cigarette i couldn't quit–
Sweet poison on my lips
Slow death disguised as desire

How do I tell him
That he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me
And that I love him
Cause I really do love him
And have never met anyone like him ever before
When he won’t even talk to me