Come to me, piece by piece,
Bring the sparks like chandeliers in streams.
Sealed letters I failed to read,
Clues you gave that I didn’t heed.
Show me the smiles I couldn't perceive,
Speak your truths I chose not to believe.

Hand me your lanterns—I let them drown
In rivers where I stood to watch us down.
Cruel, this ache that memory delivers—
Each time I recall, I shiver.

You pinned me too high on the wall.
Now watch me—
Watch me fall.
Took me years to realise:
You were the hold that slowed my slide.

But I refused to come another mile.
Now you're someone else’s muse,
And I—
I can't undo,
Can’t choose to return,
For it would only bruise
The peace you’ve earned.

Still, I tremble,
For being a fool.
I’ll regret this
Till my last breath,
For I lost a blessing—
Too blind to see,
Too deaf to feel,
Too numb to believe
You loved me.

How can you walk down the aisle—
when we just shared our soul?
All these pearls,
like we never had a thread at all
you still walked back to your lovely home.

I was here
to fill the space,
thinking I was earning my place beside you.
Each time I held your gaze,
I never knew someone else held it better.

Your beautiful smiles—
they felt carved just for me.
If only you'd told me
they belonged to somebody.

I'm such a fool
Not for falling—
but for burying my what ifs
every time I heard your voice.
That you could still smile
like I was your whole world,
while handing it to someone else.

That you could still look at me
like I was the only soul you knew,
while hiding someone behind your door.
That you could still hold me,
make me feel like home,
while someone else was keeping you warm.

Was I carried away?
Or was it just your smile that felt too real?
It aches—
in places I never knew could hurt.

How can you sit by their side
and pretend I we've never met?
I believed we would hold this together
until the very end.

But did I really end up here?
I couldn’t grasp this truth, but…
it felt real to me.
You just felt real to me.

Just a square piece—
Thinner than my smiles.
Who made it?
All these photographs...

A delicate slice,
A pause of cherished time to remind—
But sometimes, it's too fragile,
A sting that always rewinds.

I never liked them.
Every time I gaze upon one,
It invites my tears
Before my vision can even run.

And every time, it feels ridiculous
To realize—
I'm weeping over seconds
That have already flown by.

Why did we capture it?
Did we already know it wouldn’t last?
Did we hold that moment still,
Already fearing it would slip?

Back then, it never mattered
If we'd smile again.
A moment, a person, or a real smile...
I thought it would only pause for a photograph.

I never thought,
One day,
It would also pause
In the lines of my life.

Don’t you dare go back to her—
After I walked through endless doors,
Searching for her shadow
And never finding more.

Each door I opened led nowhere—
No clue, no trace to hold her hand.
Yet you—
You get to touch her once again?

I waited through seasons,
Gathered petals just for her.
You walked her aisle empty-handed,
Still gave the smile I was breathing to deliver—
And failed.

I polished her silhouette each night,
Lit it in gold so she’d walk with pride beside me.
You brought her barefoot,
Only your hand raised in air—
And she came.

I dressed myself in ornaments,
Coats and suits—
You wore cotton and caught her gaze
Like it was meant for you.

I slicked my hair with layers of foam,
Wished her fingers through it just once.
You, with your effortless strands,
Felt her touch like it belonged.

I earned these four wheels
To show her the world.
You needed none—
She walked beside you anyway.

So maybe—
Maybe I didn’t mean it
When I told you not to go back to her.

It’s just—
My world shook.
My heart sank over
All the small things I couldn’t do.

I’m not angry.
Just jealous.

Jealous of you—
Who could break her heart
And still keep her soul.

While I—
Who mended it—
Was never chosen to fill that space.

I think I hurt you—
From the moment I left, I knew.
No one else slipped into my world
The way you used to do.

You said you hated me,
For the bruise I left in you.
You cried, eyes wide with disbelief,
At lies I told—not true.

They wrapped your world in silent ache,
But I only smiled it through.
I didn’t want you to see me break—
So I chose to wound you too.

I couldn’t say I'm sorry—
Had to let my words sound cruel.
But even then...
Why didn’t you walk away? Why didn’t you move through?

For the love you gave,
I began to hate you—
Not for who you were,
But for all I couldn't do.

And when you're alone,
I won’t be the one to reach for you.
If ever it feels like you’re not home,
Please—don’t wait. Find someone new.

All this, I wish I said.
But I just stare instead—
At the gravel where you used to cry,
Wishing my touch could still get through...
Wishing you'd feel me too.

My legs move in rhythm from dusk till dawn,
Without the need for time to tell me when to stop.
I don’t look down at my feet or the space I walk—
It’s etched in my skin. I can’t choose to not walk.

The skies stretch in colors, shifting each day.
I gaze away—
Because I know they’ll return, anyway.

I speak with no melody,
My voice flows like a lost waterfall.
Soaked in humor, in laughter that tints the soul,
Even if I fall—my voice knows no walls.

I swing with life like a reckless swing,
It set my rights ablaze—truth made me see:
A soul reaching for candy, two wheels too high.
Another stares at the sky,
With sunglasses and a stick by his side.
A girl lifts her arms and tries to speak—
Joy dancing in silence that most wouldn't seek.

And still...
I took it as a free pass.
Looked away from this quiet pain—
Scrolled lifeless screens
And lost myself in puzzles that never fit.
I cried in darkness,
Refused to turn toward light, again and again.
Wasted my ticks
On futile discs.

Spending borrowed days like they’re endless,
Though I don’t even know if I’ll wake again.
How far have I drifted into all this noise?
I wouldn’t even know—
If I didn’t wake up one day.

She was starlight—
No… maybe brighter.
She sleeps in glass and breathes in flowers,
Moves like the soil was born just to hold her.

She smiled like the sunbeams needed her wrinkles,
Glanced like the wind borrowed her blinks.
I never heard her voice—
My only privilege
Was to gaze upon her frame.

But if I ever heard her speak,
I believe it would be
Sweeter than sweetness itself.

She wasn’t just ethereal—
She made me question
If she ever belonged to this planet at all.

I saw her once.
And I knew—
Hers was a beauty
That beauty itself would bow to.

She wasn’t made of moonlight,
Nor crafted by heavens,
She wasn’t an angel.

She was something beyond all of that—
Something even language could never contain.
No tongue could trace her form,
No name could describe her light.

Until I found myself asking the universe:
Was she really meant for Earth?