For what it’s worth,
I still think about you at 12:36
When I know that you’re in a different time zone.
Maybe it’s because the hour ahead of us is a constant reminder of how your heart,
despite time and distance, is mine –
like this clock,
like this hurt,
like this longing.
Despite time and space,
it is all mine.
And,
the love remains behind,
with me,
waiting to catch up to the next life,
waiting for reality to stop just for a second,
waiting for a chance just another chance
only to wait again with a better sense of hope.
Maybe I should wait for the next day,
23:11 will come and I’ll wish upon this ****
this hurt and this longing while you,
at 00:11 will wish upon the stars of a new day.
Hoping today will dawn with the rise of our love
only to realise that there are shams and shackles of could-have-beens
in dusty roads of despair,
bottle tops for pacifiers, balancing the toxins of sorrow
ashed dreams,
and sobs for lullabies –
not your voice for my ears,
not my song for your heart.
Nothing but space and time.
Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 6:00 AM UTC
Baby,
Not everything is about you as not everyone is for you
Not every journey will be worthwhile as not every encounter will be memorable
Not every situation will cater for you as life is not tailored
You’ve got your god and yourself, only
And with these two forces comes love, understanding, respect and belief(s)
Those are the only things about this world that you should value and guard with your all
Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 6:49 PM UTC
You may forget the songs that made you dance
but never the moments that gave you the courage
to put away staticity and jump into rhythmic momentum...
Life is music, the rhythm is how we choose to live it
and as you know music is music, no matter the genre...
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 8:41 AM UTC
The trees dance to your madness!
*Dancing, dancing, dancing.
Crashing, falling and collapsing.
Oh,
They dance to* your madness.
Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 12:46 AM UTC
Today I'm going to stop loving you.
You are hard to love, but loving you is not hard.
I love the scent of your skin as I lay next to you in bed,
And the way your laughter curls at the ends of your lips,
Then erupts across your face.
I love you even when you don't love yourself.
But my love for you makes me weak.
When your sharp words are filled with anger and wrapped in bitterness,
They pierce through my heart,
I clutch my chest as the air leaves my lungs.
The pain crashes over me in continuous waves,
And I'm trying to keep my head above the water,
But the tears from my eyes are flowing like open flood gates.
And I can no longer see where I'm going, so I collapse,
Into a puddle, still gasping for air.
Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 1:32 PM UTC
*You feel a storm in your stomach,
It fumbles your insides
And pours down your face*
Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 1:18 PM UTC
*we treasured the moment so much we didn't see another day
for when it felt like paradise, we forgot to pray...
we said every word there was to say
and what's more?
We held so tight until we squeezed each other away.*
Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 3:22 AM UTC
The suns divulgence to the sky torrents every once in a while into distinguished hues.
Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 4:27 PM UTC
*Sometimes
you miss segments of her
and you wonder if it is
due to how she revealed bits and pieces of herself
It amazes me how...
On some days you take out all the blankets;
spread them across the bed and bury yourself
In warmth and then in hiding
While
On other days
you lay bare and daring -
unclothed, uncovered, unashamed
But perhaps this makes you feel closer to her...*
Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 1:07 PM UTC
If Life was black and white
I'd be dating you, right
for we are both lonely
I can tell from the melancholy
in the pieces you write.
We're both broken
and we have enough
words to fix each other
If only love was red and pink
the flooding passion you have
would not only end in ink.
Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 12:55 PM UTC