do you ever feel like
you’re the most unlovable person
in the entire universe?
that no matter how hard you try,
you’re just a tiny fish
in the endless sea, one of many
do you ever crave for love so deeply
because you feel so broken,
and you just wanna know what it’s like,
how it’s like for someone
to love you unconditionally
Jun 10, 2021
Jun 10, 2021 at 6:40 AM UTC
history doesn't repeat itself,
and i guess that's the hardest part of unlearning --
letting go of what once was.
it took me so long to grasp the fact that
that was all there was.
i was so blinded by my love for you;
i kept living in the fantasy of you suddenly
coming back to me one day,
but that's not the case at all.
i've been waiting all these years,
when in reality,
there was nothing to wait for
the moment we parted ways.
i have to remind myself that
you won't come back like how you used to.
we've been walking different paths for so long now,
and we won't be meeting anytime soon.
Jun 17, 2020
Jun 17, 2020 at 1:59 AM UTC
we are in solitude with the rain,
and that itself makes us feel like we are not alone
each drop embraces us with serenity,
allowing us to rest our minds and our hearts,
even if it’s just for a short while
how comforting is it to know that the sky sheds tears for when we cannot do so ourselves?
Jun 13, 2020
Jun 13, 2020 at 1:13 PM UTC
The last time I wrote a poem;
It was my first chance at love.
A boy who gently stole my heart,
With his profound words
And charming personality.
I will not cut too deep,
As that was a heart-rending wound,
Which eventually healed
As time patiently floated by.
Here I am now,
With my second chance at love.
He’s sweet, he’s kind;
He’s the right amount of honey
Added to balance the bitter taste of tea.
All I’m saying is that
There are different kinds of love
A person will journey through;
It might hurt, it might bleed,
It might even make you cry.
However, at the end of the day,
Love is supposed to make you feel warm;
Like the feeling of drinking hot chocolate
On a cold, rainy day;
Or wearing your favorite sweater
As the weather outside is perfectly cool
With a tad bit of warmth.
May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 1:34 PM UTC
engulf me
drown me
submerge me
find a way into every crevice
of my face, my hands, my body
spend time with me
get to know why i'm always awake at 3 am
and why the dark terrifies me
know all my secrets
to the point that i'll feel bare
even when i'm fully clothed
love me
hate me
take control of me
leave me broken and bruised
more than i'll ever be
May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 2:11 AM UTC
i am not
letting you go,
but i will not
hold on to you, either
Dec 14, 2017
Dec 14, 2017 at 10:32 AM UTC
and now,
we're just strangers,
who love each other,
a little too much
Dec 12, 2017
Dec 12, 2017 at 9:13 AM UTC
long hair cut short.
apology after apology.
jackets often worn,
if not, sweaters or
long-sleeved tops.
anti-social,
not because
i hate people,
but i fear they hate me.
isolation in my bed,
sometimes,
panic attacks
in the bathroom.
constant overthinking,
whether 3 am or 3 pm.
scribbles thoughts
into poems,
but hides them.
pushes away,
even though i want
to pull them closer.
Jul 27, 2017
Jul 27, 2017 at 9:43 AM UTC
maybe in another universe,
where the sun and moon
would seek comfort
in each other
every once in a while,
there was an us.
in this universe,
i wouldn't have to wish
upon a shooting star
for you to be next to me.
the only galaxies
i would get lost in
were the ones
in your twilight eyes.
we were nothing,
but star-crossed lovers,
patiently floating away
in the endless milky way.
Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 3:06 PM UTC
i am not going to beautify our love story
with words that sound like melodies
and events that only happen in movies,
because it wasn't beautiful,
nor was it a love story.
it was a tragedy filled with
the chaos of having the
right person, but the wrong time.
one thousand ninety five days
and i was a second too late.
the end was written
and the book was closed.
us became you and i,
i love you turned into
i loved you,
i looked at you, but
you were already looking at her.
you were supposed to be
the one who stayed,
but eventually became
the one who left.
and now, you're just another story
that i keep in my secret drawer
labeled all the boys i've cried over.
Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 1:52 PM UTC