This is not a poem;
This is an artist screaming to be heard in the abyss of life's harshest realities.

This is not romantic;
This is an artist learning to to be in love with her very self.

All this years, I have been trying so hard to create a person I could love.

Little did I realize, what I was looking for has always and-
will always be within me.

I think I've learnt to love myself.
I think I'm finally free.

This is a poem;
This is an artist screaming to be heard in the abyss of life's harshest realities.

This is romantic;
This is an artist learning to to be in love with her very self.

All this years, I have been trying so hard to create a person I could love.

Little did I realize, what I was looking for has always and-
will always be within me.

I think I've learnt to love myself.
I think I'm finally free.
I think-

— c.s wondering

Once I heard that love is so sudden
Who knew it was so cliché
You, ugh, you are so good for me
But why, here it was gradual
Or I am oblivious to my own emotions
But with every single word I fell farther
And then, we clicked like Legos

Now I've known you almost for a year
And this is quite cliché
I cant tell him that I feel this way
But maybe its better this way
We can have a platonic thing
I just dont know if I will find something like this
You make me laugh and blush more than anyone has
I didnt want to fall but those eyes pulled me in
But we clicked like tap shoes though...

You are just so witty and charming
And no could compete
I have tried to find others this year
I wanted you
But You want her
And I am still your confused best friend
Maybe its is because it would be such a silly cliché
Maybe its because I am your best friend
Or that we click like those silly tap shoes

I still think your cute
And thats ok
I am just a little bit cliché
The oblivious boy and the smitten friend
Haha, maybe it happened because we clicked like Legos
But to be honest, just your voice makes my day
And to be honest, I would not have it any other way
To just be Legos, tap shoes, and ignorant besties

I cant go a day
without missing a hug or ******* remark of urs
That smile
ur eyes
and i hope ur raising a cup for victory
for all the joys
and all this pain

but you want a motorbike to dry your tears now
because she shattered you
used you
that *****
your just trying not to get lost
going too fast now
trying not to think abt it

the road doesnt care at all and we both know that
but you dont see that i do
i do
i cant live without you
i care if you come home in one piece
and want to dry your tears
i want to be the shoulder you cry on
one day maybe
one day
wait
now there it is
that funny feeling
Love? Hope?
i cant find the words to describe it

but how do you tell someone that
that a bike doesnt care
that the road doesnt either
but you care
a lot a lot
that you want them to do it all
all that heart desires
that you want them to live
that I wish I could witness
all their joy
and all their pain
that you dont know the word
for that funny feeling

for now I shout
"Wait for me, I am coming. I am coming too."
you know hes struggling
so i hear quiet responses
and find a life in those eyes
even if you cant
i see a war you can win
i see you