here we are again
lying next to each other
never do we kiss
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 8:18 AM UTC
bound us, tied us to one another
when we were unaware, naive even
of what Fate could do
with us, to us, for us
but when i saw you
i knew that
it was Her who finally
brought us
together
and now
i beg, plead to Her
"once more, Fate"
for Her to bring us
together again
Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 9:41 AM UTC
like how the Sun hides from the Moon
so that he doesn’t burn her radiance
always leaving too soon --
the ever-tantalizing romance
like how the Sky kisses the Sea
only through heavy rain
separated by Time, never free
forever driving them insane
like how Life and Death
chase each other for eternities
away you take my breath
despite incompatible personalities
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 7:37 AM UTC
either
bright white tiles
sanitized floors
intravenous, unattached
a door, ajar
or
mascara stains on
untidy pillow covers
without remorse, unaffected
a never-heard goodbye
absence; loss
intentional or not
deliberate or not
-- gone
nothing is worse
nothing is worse
i promise you, nothing is worse
than an empty bed
Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 6:57 AM UTC
unexpected, although assuming
breathe, self -- he’s two feet away
and gazing at you
don’t look, don’t look, don’t look
heart pounding, walk past, stride gracefully
great job -- so far, so good
pretend you’re busy, smile
laugh if you must, do not look
i failed, he looked back
we caught each other
fixed eyes at one another
what is he thinking? should i smile?
tick tock tick -- the end
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 11:32 AM UTC
you’d think that he’d be right outside your door
when you need him the most
you’d think that when the rain pours the hardest your doorbell would ring
you’d think that he’d be holding the umbrella he forgot to return
you’d think that he’d run to you with open arms
you’d think that he’d kiss you time and time again because he was sorry
you’d think that everything would be alright
you’d think that he actually loved you
you’d realize, you’re wrong
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 8:37 AM UTC
what makes one fall in love?
is it the curves of her collarbones,
or the edges of her hips?
is it the way she throws her head back, laughing
or how she hides her face, crying?
is it her firm, undeniable confidence
or the way she cowers from her fears?
is it the way she whispers “i love you”
or the her never-ending arguments?
when are you going to admit to yourself
that it’s just the loneliness*
seeping into your unguarded heart
at three in the morning?
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 8:32 AM UTC
*.
.
like rain it falls
ever so gently to her calls
drip, drop; drip, drop
one by one it doesn't stop
from her arms, it flows
into her bathtub, red goes and goes
.
.*
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 6:12 AM UTC
on sundays, i feel like dying
on mondays, i don't
tuesdays, i feel like crying
wednesdays, my tears just won't
everyone thinks i'm fine
but it's okay, it's not a crime
to think that i am okay
because i seem "happy" everyday
on thursdays, i want to leave
fridays, i stay
saturdays, in vain, i believe
that sunday is far away
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 6:07 AM UTC
what a thrill
it must be
to run my hands
through your hair
what a pleasure
it must be
to laugh under
linen sheets
oh, what a rush
it must be
to graze
your lips
oh, the thought of you
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 11:17 AM UTC