I think I've figured out love,
It's two parts compromise,
And a whole lot of trust,
Also the occasional surprise;
It's his favourite toys,
And her in pretty clothes;
It's his time with the boys,
And her me time at the spa,
After a session with the girls;
It's his willingness to listen,
Even when she's not making sense,
And him not using it against her because he can;
It's her openness with him,
How she's not shy to bare all,
Skin and soul;
It's his utmost respect,
Not taking advantage or asking for more,
When she's given everything she's got;
I think I've figured out love,
It's shared dreams and having each other's back,
Telling her not to move,
Because he might just lose track.
@byizn
May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 3:08 AM UTC
I wanted so badly to cry,
Because it didn't feel right,
Since I should be seething with anger and drowning in melancholy,
But not a tear and not even the slightest fear,
Despite having chosen to disappear,
To let go of a good thing - one I hold dear,
Since distance I cannot bear,
For his absence is a cause of my despair,
Making me certain that love is a game where neither is playing fair;
So here I am at half an hour after midnight,
Trying to make sense of things in the only way I knew how,
Through words that bleed like ink of a broken penmanship,
From putting too much force,
When gentle strokes would've resulted in better flow,
Of thoughts and sense that says more,
About how feelings are not meant to be comprehended,
Through words that could easily be misconstrued,
Missing the mark with every character,
Because most only read what they want to hear;
Sometimes I kid myself into believing,
That perhaps I've always had it coming,
For I wear my heart on the sleeves of my favourite sweater,
As though it was the only way I know how to accessorise,
When fact of the matter is that I've other pieces worth showcasing,
That told more than just how I'm made up of feelings,
Too much in fact that I'm close to suffocating,
With hope that when I do there will always be someone ready to resuscitate me,
Taking me as his for all eternity,
Because I'm ready to jump rather than fall in,
Hoping to avoid the pain of breaking and entering,
A house I intend to make my home,
When there wasn't even room to rent in his listing.
@byizn
Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 11:55 PM UTC
If there's hell to pay,
Then surely heaven awaits,
But how do I get there,
who's gonna show me the way?
Am I on track or way off at this rate;
I'm hellbent on getting to heaven,
Hoping it'll be my final destination,
For I fear what's waiting in the fiery den,
Yet I'm still having trouble in terms of devotion,
But that's just me being human;
So what's the difference,
Haven,
Heaven,
Paradise,
For each represents,
a person,
a feeling,
and destiny for those devoted in faithfulness,
As hell is the prize for my defiance.
@byizn
Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 3:27 AM UTC
My voice is not meant to be heard,
And although we preach freedom of speech,
I am constantly silenced,
Every letter I've carefully strung together,
Will never see the light of day,
Rejected if not misconstrued,
Many have taken my words out of context,
Blowing things out of proportion,
That sometimes I feel perhaps I'm the one lacking imagination,
Maybe I'm just purely feelings and emotion,
For which I constantly bite my tongue,
Keeping the pain within my lungs,
Hoping to ease the minds of those around,
Forgetting completely that writing is my sanctum.
@byizn
Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 5:04 AM UTC
Love had a funny story to tell,
About this girl who always seem to find herself saying "oh well",
Because no matter how hard she try to not dwell,
Oh how the red flags are raised, ringing that one really loud bell,
But it wasn't because she was under a spell,
More because of how there's a quell,
Where even though she finds someone she'd gel (with),
For some odd reason things won't ever go her way for her to be all, "oh swell".
@byizn
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 12:25 PM UTC
I've been missing him,
At random hours of the day,
Sometimes late at night,
Other times early in the morning,
And on rare occasions,
During an important meeting;
I've been missing him,
His way of loving,
That attention he's given,
And all the questions he'll bombard me with,
Even when there's no relevance,
To our current conversation,
But that's just his way of showing,
Love or something similar to that feeling;
I've been missing him,
Although not as much lately,
But only because I've been really busy,
Still whenever I see his name while scrolling,
I can't help but wonder why we're no longer speaking,
Was it all just a dream?
Did I fall in love with him,
But for him it wasn't the same?
I've been missing him a lot,
The feelings, they come in waves that I cannot stop,
So I continue to miss him,
Day in and day out,
He's all I can think about,
Even he doesn't miss me or what we had,
Because he never intended to stay from the very beginning.
@byizn
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 5:25 PM UTC
Remember when you promised me forever,
Knowing that tomorrow might not come,
Yet you still held on tight,
Because no matter what,
Love was all we had and that's reason enough,
To be;
Remember when you said nothing's gonna change,
Even though just yesterday you were a shade different,
And today you're no longer as blue,
While I was seeing green,
Because of all the attention you're getting,
But still you said don't worry baby,
I've only got you,
Truly;
Remember when?
Cos I barely can,
It feels like memories so distant,
When it happened not long ago I know,
Yet somehow the feeling's long gone,
Disappeared that very moment,
You decided to no longer show.
@byizn
Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 9:55 PM UTC
He wasn't the first,
Definitely won't be the last,
But he left a huge hole,
A gap in my already broken heart,
For with him leaving,
He took a huge chunk of all that's left,
And I no longer know how,
Or if it's even possible to hold it together,
When everything's worn,
Torn,
Broken,
Beyond repair,
With no way to mend,
Perhaps maybe at the touch of another man,
Or only time can,
And frankly,
I don't even want to find out,
Unless of course if and only if it were to happen;
I took a risk,
Not once,
Not twice,
But every given chance,
And it was worth every bit of the pain,
But for now I'm trying not to bleed,
Even if it's just ink on papers torn,
For just about anyone to read.
@byizn
Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 10:11 PM UTC
When I was younger,
Mother was more of the monster,
And father my knight in shining armor,
For whenever I get into trouble,
He wards off all of my fears;
But as I grew older,
Mother was more of a hero,
And father just a man I hold dear,
For no matter how difficult I can be to her,
She's always giving her all for me;
Now that I've grown so much more,
Mother is who I wish to be in the future,
And father is who I pray will get His mercy,
For if it wasn't for her I wouldn't have been me,
But if it wasn't for him then I wouldn't have become somebody;
One day I'll be someone's mother,
And I hope to God they'll have a father,
A dad not just for his title but as a figure,
The superhero,
The guide,
The support,
The breadwinner,
The one who tucks them in at night,
And makes sure that the bad things stay out of sight,
The equally cool one between us two,
For no one turns out who they are,
If not for their Mother and Father.
@byizn
Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 3:49 AM UTC
She grew up,
Seeing her reflections,
A contorted view of imperfections,
Something she wishes to fix,
But have no idea how to,
As she struggles with her inner demons,
Making a deal with the devil,
And not knowing if there's comfort in shadows,
Or trouble lurking in the corners,
Of her mind.
She grew up,
Over the years,
Hoping to make sense of things,
Of why she's unlike the others,
Who never seems to falter,
Constantly having those as eager,
To know and love them,
When she keeps on finding dead ends,
In the company of those she wishes to avoid,
As though she goes around looking for trouble,
When all she's ever done,
Was search for the one,
She could call her own.
She grew up,
With ever blink of an eye,
She changed and built herself,
Upon the remains of her long forgotten past,
The ruins of regrets and lessons learned,
And as time flashes before her,
Her next steps were slow and steady,
Firmly grounded,
Yet her head held high,
Up in the clouds,
Where kingdoms of dreams,
Worked their magic,
Reminding her that she's writing a fantasy,
Not another tragedy.
@byizn
May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 9:40 PM UTC