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alonia Mar 2019
It's 10 P.M.
While my earphones are stuck in my ears for 3 hours,
I waited to hear your name clash between the lyrics of the song I am listening to
As the singer tune his mood out of every metaphor he says,
You are all I see, all I hear, and all I care
I thought of the Pacific Ocean and the moon
How both beautiful beings had never collided and I thought of us
I thought of how I always wanted to intertwine your big tanned hands to mine
But then I also realized that it was just friendly messages you give me and that you thought of intertwining your hands with someone, but not me.
I wept;
your name echoed along the rivers of my tears and it felt absolutely painful
I imagined your crooked smile,
how it shines while it looked at me when you haven't had a clue about what I felt.
And then suddenly you knew,
and it was painful again
and I was crying again
and my heart still echoed for your touch, I don't know why
The singer says I should hold on,
never should I stop believing that I could be yours, and that we could be together
But then the teacup of my feelings broke when the earthquake of your response punched through my heart and wobbled my hands until I can no longer hold the teacup.
My hearts aches again.
I remember your sweet scent,
and when you call me and I glance at you, I see bubbles and sparkles
And maybe everything nice, including you.
But I'm sad, because anxiety took over me and you couldn't save me, I know you wouldn't want to save me. Because it's such a pain, it's too much effort and you don't like that, so you decided to put ice cold packs in your messages and reply with dull words.
And my heart aches again, and this time, it's much painful.
I've always wanted to bear your name,
carve it to my heart and claim it mine
But to think that your rainbow-colored smile and tanned skin would not belong to me,
I stopped, let anxiety took over
And gave you all up.
Feb 2019 · 133
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alonia Feb 2019
you carved your name into my heart
painlessly opening your way
I couldn't let go
I couldn't let you go
Feb 2019 · 238
TO: MEL
alonia Feb 2019
You see, I've liked you for months now. The moment I shared my birthday celebration with you, I realized I like you. As days progress, I've become more attached, more greedy and more selfish. I wanted you more today than how much I wanted you yesterday. But the moment I felt I needed you no matter what insane thoughts and graveyard closed curtains, I saw you happy with another maiden. Your smiles was thousands times more beautiful than when you are with me. It shines brighter and radiates a light only both of you can immense on your own. I've become envious and started doubts. You only look at them, not me. I had wished for you, your smile, your touch and your sweetness, I want to have them all. You are my first evil, dark  loathing desires that had

But this maiden is my friend. So I've come to a conclusion that I'll thank you but I'll also say sorry because I'd rather give you up, a door of lost keys and wonderland, than to lose a friend with stars blink through our night.

I love you, but I'd still hope you too.
Jan 2019 · 91
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alonia Jan 2019
You are my journey,
You are my goal

I aspire to be you,
I had hoped to have you

In my twinkling memories your light I only see,
I only want you to be with me
alonia Jan 2019
My desires grow stronger.
Before I sleep, I think of you a little longer
Eating away my hunger
But maybe feeling a whole lot bitter.

When I'm with you,
I think of nothing new
If only you could say "I love you"
These things might be too good to be true

The daylight in my heart wanders as I see you smile
It feels as if it's for you, I could cross a thousand mile
The bliss of your eyes left me beguiled,
I just hope it wouldn't last for a while

The way your voice echoes at the sound of my name
Lingers in my head; desire grew stronger; monster I cannot tame
This war is a game I never wanted to aim
"Please make it stop, this is too lame"

But the sense of your skin as it touches mine,
Makes me want to hope I could spare some more time
And through daytime,
My mind jumps through things I call them "sign"

How I am when I'm with you,
A scar of nothingness and color blue
Then a spur of blood and anger I don't want you to view
Scares me to death, I might even break you too.
Jan 2019 · 385
You
alonia Jan 2019
You
I didn't know it was possible
Your name keeps ringing in my head
Breaking through my heart like it's the most fragile thing you've ever handled
You swayed my feelings, looking through my soul as if it was yours
You made me think that it's possible to be with you
Until I start hallucinations,
And when I lose track of time,
I realize....
I like you.
Nov 2018 · 336
she fights
alonia Nov 2018
a monster
residing deep within
kept her at bay;
made her weak;
peeled her heart;
crushed her soul;
added anxiety
worsen depression;
when actually all this time,
she was fighting herself
Nov 2018 · 202
The Night Blossoms
alonia Nov 2018
The night will always be empty
With stars no longer a plenty
No crickets shall be heard chirping
No wind shall be heard whispering

Only voices, voices shouting out from the abyss
each heart wrenching screech shall come a sickening bliss.
Blood will flow endlessly from your lips
And a swift death, given by a bittersweet kiss

Your pain shall be rewarded by joy
Harm shall reciprocate pleasure
Defeat will no longer yield anger
And death shall no longer seem as stranger

Tears will mix with blood and sweat
Over flowing your emotions so
Struggle will no longer give you fret
As it shall flower a beautiful sorrow

The night will always be empty
With only the moon shining
It will, however, be filled a plenty
With flowers of sorrow blooming.
This amazing poem is made by a friend of mine (Shoutout to you Kenneth!!) and I hope yall will love it just how i did <3
Nov 2018 · 356
the eyes that looks at me
alonia Nov 2018
eyes have pierced through my soul looking as if they had seen me
eyes have desperately barged into my mind telling me I am not doing well enough
eyes have wounded this heart as I ever so wanted to break free,
because those eyes will forever look at me in a sea of expectations
Sep 2018 · 773
i'd still find you
alonia Sep 2018
Wherever you might be,
No matter what soul you carry,
Whenever you're free,
In deep desperation, in solitude;
Even if our love is ephemeral,
I'd still find you
And fall for you
Dance for you
Keep you
Hold you
Over and over
One more time
Until you make your last breath one more time.
Sep 2018 · 628
to you
alonia Sep 2018
Love is like a jumble of sweet candies and a cocktail of sour lemon. Yes, there's sweetness but there should also be sourness. Love is complicated. It's too much to handle. It is a disaster. But even if such disaster falls upon you, you would like it.
Why?
Because it's beautiful. Captivating. Mesmerizing. Rapid. Massive. When you feel it, you don't want to let go of it because it's precious and significant and special.
But how come when we fall in love, our heart turns into a wineglass standing in the fury of a storm? Why does our heart feels like anytime it would break? Why does it feels like anytime it would lose its color? Its beauty?
Have you ever felt like your love for a certain person is not enough? Have you ever felt like you're not enough? And when you wake up from that drastic dream, you feel like you should just stop. Just sit right there and do nothing because you know someday your heart would break again.
How you caress your heart deeply into your hand hoping that someday someone would do the same.
When you say to yourself that you've had enough, that you've given up, you feel brave and courageous as if no matter what is thrown at you, you will not falter. You would stay strong and keep you head held high. But love is just too different. We turn into a feather that once will let go, we would fall, we would fall in that hard ground and even though we won't break any bones, our heart would be the one that'll break.
If he turns up to you and say I love you, it'll be hard to believe because before he told you he loves you, you know it's meant for someone else.

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