I have noticed
You cannot write a poem
In your student accommodation
Where all is noisy
And nothing is quiet.

I have noticed
You cannot write a poem
In your student accommodation.
When all you can hear
Is student chatter,

Chatting incessantly
Throughout the day.
They come in late
Having an argument.
I can hear,

Through these paper thin walls.
I can hear
Every word
You are so quietly
Saying to each other.

Do not worry
I am not trying to sleep
Do not worry
I am not trying to work
Do not worry

I have noticed
You cannot,
No it is impossible
To write a poem
In this place.

you remind me of the evening thunderstorms: cold, terrifying, yet so beautiful. when i said that your smile radiates joy, i wasn't exaggerating. when i whispered that the touch of your hand warms my heart, i meant it from my deepest palace of mind. the thought of you alone is enough to make my body tremble for i cannot cope with so much feelings. i'm craving for you yet my heartbeat always goes faster every time i think of being close to someone other than myself. i am eager for the sense of your skin against mine but i still can't get rid of these metals that locked my heart out for you. i want to say that i'm madly in love but i don't know if i can be madder than i already am. being with you is like cutting my own body parts into pieces; it hurts so bad but it's much better than being alive and numb. i wish i could take it easy like the detectives when they solve problems but my problem is you and you are nothing but a bunch of puzzle pieces that confuse me all the time. i really wish things weren't so complicated inside this forest in my head.

i need to do my homework
and study for the exams
the teachers had warned us about
i also really need to ***
but my eyes are begging to take a rest

i should care more about my grades
instead of thinking about the boy
with the blue eyes in the middle of the night
i should've said yes when my friends asked me
to go to the coffee shop with them
so i don't have to sit here, alone, all night

i need to stop complaining about the system
and how the government needs to understand
that kids are nothing but human beings
and start thinking about what i want to be
when i'm all grown up and sad like any other adult
so i won't end up at a stripper club

i have to pay attention to everyone around me
start facing the real world, making a real deal
fighting for the popular crown in high school
instead of crying by my computer screen

and before i write about how i still think about you
(just because i can't help it
they say i'm too young to understand
but i dedicate every word in this poem for you)
i really need to start studying

Blue eyes,
tan skin

Gold fringe,
white lies.

Pale weather,
red blood.

Wide eyes,
fake smile.

Tight grip,
sharp knife.

Broken.

Why can't we save anybody?


*(sfh)