And I cried,
Grasping sheets,
Hoping that it was your hands.
And I cried,
I cried heavier than the worst thunderstorms.
I poured.
And I cried,
Not because the dream has ended,
But knowing the reality could never be started.
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 9:06 AM UTC
I always believe that for a writer,
The moment death becomes theirs,
It is not when despaired air not inhaled,
It is not even when the pain starts dripping blood,
I always believe that for a writer,
The moment death becomes theirs,
It is when words can't be exhaled,
It is when words stops flowing as blood.
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 4:14 AM UTC
I remembered I keep surprising myself of how much I love him,
I thought I have loved him the most to my ability,
How wrong was I in the name of love,
Because I found myself helplessly pouring out love,
That gets more intense each second passed.
Like the rain that came drizzling,
And the next second it poured so heavily,
All you could ever see is a sheen of white luminance.
The thunders and lightnings accompanied were the evidence you are not in Heaven,
"Rain", you remind to keep your feet on the ground.
I cried thanking the word bless,
He showed and brought out the love that I, myself were not aware existed.
Years passed,
The rain came just as soft,
And just as intensely heavy.
But it came pouring down not in the name of love,
It was crying in the name of sadness.
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 10:16 AM UTC
I don't know if I hate or love the fact that even if the universe gives every speck of reasons on why I should not fall for you,
But then you smile, and I unconsciously grasp upon that one reason on why I definitely should
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 1:05 PM UTC
Never would I have thought in my whole reincarnations that a tiny, insignificant lip mole could bring this much ache and sorrow.
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 10:29 AM UTC
I already know it all.
I just want to hear from her mouth.
"Three pieces for three thousand", she answered nonchalantly.
"Why?", I asked through the tears that starts to puddle in my eyes.
"I need money",
Fist clenching until her knuckles turns white.
I started to turn my heel,
Ready to run to nowhere.
"I'm sorry". Again.
I stopped.
My back was facing her.
And it took all my being not to breakdown right then and there.
With the softest sigh,
"I know. Everyone is",
"As always",
"I know you know I can't do anything but to forgive you",
"I have forgiven you even before the frequency of the word was breathed out."
I searched for a speck of strength from the despaired air I inhaled.
"I just wish you would **** me instantly with one big tsunami of pain, instead of injecting it drop by drop, keeping me alive, forever wishing I was not."
"For wishing that",
"I'm sorry."
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 10:26 PM UTC
My heart aches when I don't hear your name,
But my chest aches when I do.
My heart aches when I don't see you,
But my bones ache when I do.
I told myself it is okay. Heart wins over everything.
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 11:17 AM UTC
I am so confused.
Of whether everything reminds me of you,
Or I just see you in everything.
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 8:58 AM UTC