I think there is a special beauty in being able to romanticize love.
Its all up in here, in my mind.
There is a spectrum of thoughts in my imagination.
Sometimes my love can be one sided and it's safe to say that i like that more.
The part where you get to wonder and the excitement that follows.
I wonder a lot of things about you.
About how do you look like when you laugh.
Do you have an ugly laugh or are you a shy laugher.
Sometimes i make up moments in my mind,
More than often in those moments, time freezes and we make our own little infinity.
Sometimes i want to say things to you, and i wonder what you will say back.
I wonder if you will say what i wanna hear.
I like the wondering part.
I like to think.
I wonder how it would feel to hold your hands.
May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 12:40 PM UTC
You dont know this yet,
but i love you silently.
I have realized it's much more safer and
well, much less vulnerable.
I have been through enough to know the exact safe distance from a person.
A distance far enough for you to not hurt me;
close enough for your smile to be contagious.
I am a little spontaneous though,
some might rephrase it as 'passionate' .
So i might cross the distance a little closer sometimes.
I dont know who i am apologizing to but i am sorry.
May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 12:28 PM UTC
At the end of the day , it's just you curled within you , within you ,
with your thoughts floating ,
even with all this gravity.
You are a woman ,
With muscles that
stretch and curl ,
With skin ,
Which glows.
Aug 13, 2019
Aug 13, 2019 at 4:44 PM UTC
Isn't it beautiful how there are infinite versions of everything?
There are so many different worlds, I have lost its count.
There is a world in which only I exist,
I sometimes mumble lullabies
I sometimes shout songs in the shower,
Because this version is only mine,
Nobody else would see me, right?
I tap on my feet,
Make paintings with the tip of my fingers in thin air.
I tell myself whatever i want to hear.
There is also a version in which only you and I exist.
You can imagine anything in this, in our world,
And there would still be a possibility that it exists.
Isn't that beautiful?
Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 4:38 PM UTC
Now that I have been thinking about it over my sleep,
I think you are kinda like ice cream,
you are like ice cream on a very hot summer day.
you keep melting away,
but I keep taking you back,
putting you back up in the freezer.
Trying to make you like before,
at least I think I do,
but I keep losing parts of you,
Some parts of you that I love,
So tell me should I stop freezing you back
Taking you back?
Aug 3, 2019
Aug 3, 2019 at 3:13 AM UTC
I think I know you, Everyday, 9 am, since 9th grade I have seen you on the Subway. Well, maybe not every day, we all run a little late all the time. But I see you more often than many of my friends. Sometimes when you didn't come I would make up stories in my head as to give me a reason enough for your absence. Funny, overthinking. My friends say I am not much of a talker. But I do observe people. And even if I try not to, forgive my metaphor taste but you are kinda like an ice cream truck on a very hot summer day bringing all the hope and the light in the room. The little Bell on the truck is like your laugh, a sound meant to alert you of the happiness coming my way.
Some days you put a blue scarf on you, fold it around your neck. It's your favorite one, I know. There are a lot of things that I don't know about you, for example your name. Maybe I don't want to. Sometimes people admire you from a distance without you even noticing.
Jul 29, 2019
Jul 29, 2019 at 5:36 PM UTC
It takes a lifetime to know someone.
Knowing someone is like plucking the petals of a rose,
Only to realize there is more to the picture.
Everyday I learn more and more about you;
You are one of those novels I will keep reading on my own till the last word.
Even though my friend gave me a spoiler,
I don't care, I will wait for the words to spell out of your mouth, off the pages I mean.
But,
What if you are not the rose afterall?
.
what if you are like an onion,
whom I peel everytime trying to know you,
Only to realize my eyes are sobbing even more.
Jul 29, 2019
Jul 29, 2019 at 5:15 PM UTC
I remember this one time,
When we were in different countries,
We were both gazing at the moon,
And Elvis Presley was playing in the radio,
And in that moment I felt so close to you;
Even though we were miles apart.
Now even if we are in the same neighborhood,
I am still here,
Still looking at the same moon,
Why does it feel like we are so distant?
Jul 11, 2019
Jul 11, 2019 at 4:06 PM UTC
Water is beautiful.
Water has no color.
Water has no taste.
Yet it is so beautiful.
At the horizon water keeps kissing the shore,
Only to be pushed away from it.
Water ain't tequila.
It won't make you high on it.
It will satisfy your thirst just when you need it the most.
It will save you from all the other spices you put into your mouth without thinking twice.
Water is always there.
You say you like cold water.
So it shrinks itself up;
Just so it can fit in with you.
Maybe I am water.
But most days we don't drink water as an hobby.
We just drink it cuz we are really thirsty.
Jun 1, 2019
Jun 1, 2019 at 10:25 AM UTC
Life is a cassette tape.
It is a playlist you have no control over.
It's the cassette you will wait for to put up it's pace on its own.
Sometimes you will try to make it right by poking a pencil into it.
Life is listening to all of the playlist and secretly being impatient about that one favourite song.
Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 4:45 AM UTC