i remember
giving you a once-over
and moving along the crowd without looking back.
but how come,
all of a sudden,
the stars seem like they've been living in your eyes?
how come,
all of a sudden,
the clouds are shaped like your silhouette?
how come,
all of a sudden,
the only lullaby i'll ever need is the sound of your laughter?

it confuses me,
how slowly my heart loves.
it amazes me,
how hard i end up falling.

the feeling of knowing
that there are so many fish in the sea
and you are one of them
but sometimes
it feels like
you are just
another tourist
looking through the aquarium window

We flew in summer,
He showed me spring.
I held him in winter,
We were each other's fall.
He was my muse,
I was his passion.
We are my ikigai.

maybe it was in the way you laughed
and moved
and spoke
that made me realize
i would've done
better than this.

as if time slows down
that's what it feels like
you are one massive blackhole
and i a helpless shuttle
trying to find a way out of your
endless abyss
that always manages to
bring me back to the place
i never wanted to be in
but it's terrible because
as i move farther away
i see my hair turning gray
and yours still a luscious black
and it gives me fear
to know that i'd age
without the one i thought
would give me a home
so warm so right

i don't want to lose
you,
who isn't mine,
who is so close to being mine,
who is too impossible to be mine.

she loved him too hard
she forgot how to thread letters
into words that others could comprehend.

when the rare occurence
of shooting stars gliding along the clouds
and the dark blue-black of the night,
my only wish is for that star
to bring my heart closer to yours
in hopes that
i could return the happiness
that you have given me.

i know that
the way my heart seems to beat faster and faster
every time i hear your name,
is a sign that this could be love.

i know that
the way my mind
daydreams about all the possible impossiblities
is a sign that this could be love.

i know that
every single urge i have to be better,
to be someone worth being loved by someone like you,
is a sign that this could be love.

hey mister
i've been looking all over for this one thing
it's not under my bed
or my pillows
it's not in my jacket pocket
or my bag
it's not in my book shelf
or in between the millions of pages
it's not where it should be

hey mister
can you show me your hands?
i think you took my heart with you