It was a tenacity
She was emptying her bowl of pasta
As he looks unsatisfied

At what exactly?

The dim lights of the restaurant
Or his formal attire of
perfect fitted suit and trousers

Or could it be
The discontented taste of wine
or perhaps his unfinished steak

But what baffles her was
He found everything menial

A display in the trophy section
Just a casual glance in the art gallery

She was just something
He just found aesthetic

I will ask you a question

“Do you remember the child you once were?

Who colored the crayons beyond the lines, shaping everything in that child’s imagination.

That painted the rivers green and the trees blue, full of wonder, putting nothing in order.

Now, I ask you this… What happened to that child?”

Why is that child now organizing the shapes, his head now a machine on rotate

He solves the puzzles but not his dreams
He gives the leaves a touch green, and rivers with blue...

What happened to the child who once ruled the world?

Now the World ruled the child."

A fresh breeze of  summer hits my face
as your comes up short without water to embrace
and as the air turn up swiftly
clouds began to appear suddenly
makes rain to quench thy thirst
and yet you have grown drunk
that thou couldn't drink a drop

So as frosty air fill up by snow
leaves colored all soft and white
and you no warmth sent to freeze the night

Then comes the bloom of your secrets
some bright flowers and fruits
coming to those who are needed
to bear more everlasting loot

Lastly, it was the peak of death
when everything dying was beauty
you held strong to give out your last breath
to leaves that have fallen
stepped to a crisp
an eminent way to go out like this
thus you shall live forever being
You from the very start your own sapling

It's either

Our hearts are
               MONSTERS
that's why our ribs are cages

               or...

Our hearts are
                G O L D E N
that's why we protect it with our chest

Either way

We should never let it go.

We release a beast

Or

We lose a treasure

It’s been awhile dear diary, How are you I would ask? Are you still fixated by the old love story you used to write daily in the past?

It’s been awhile teddy, How are you I would ask? Do you miss the times I would hug you every night every so afraid of the dark even though I had a night light?

It’s been awhile photos, How are you I would ask? I wonder why I smiled in every shot thinking the reason I was happy as that…

It’s been a while heart, How are you I would ask? Are you still fixated about your love story? Missing his hugs in everyday life? Or thinking the reasons you felt happy by his side?

It’s been awhile…
Love,

How are you I would ask?

Do you still remember our old love story?
Or the hugs I give you?
Perhaps maybe the smiles we had when we were together, smiling at each other.

It’s been a while

I hope you’re okay.

With the written love story of yours in that invitation

As you hug her in your arms both of you dressed in formal attire

And smiling sweetly captured in that altar

It’s been awhile since I cried, I wonder why?

Have you ever been imprisoned by your thoughts and admiration?
yelling out that you want to be free from this suffocation

You're a prisoner by all means, your heart has abandoned you to the court, and your mind a witness to all the things you've done

Then, you found a key; the answer to moving on but it couldn't fit the locked door

So you tried the best to escape but all routes has failed. There's only one way to fix this, is if you've let yourself to be not guilty of your crimes

Just prove you were innocent but what can we do? we are all pros at heartbreaks

I have wished for you in every star in the sky

and prayed you'd visit me in my dreams

waiting for 11:11 to come for it to come true

Hopeless still, broken inside, yet devoted to you

I wanted to tell the character that I'm writing
That his story would not be a happy ending

And yet with his innocent smile
And joyful eyes

He follows the paragraph like a guide
He soon will know

What a heartbreak will feel like
How betrayal changes someone

But he will also know
What the author feels like

He killed her with mere words

Saying everything in poetry

He eventually lost ink

And she started to write her own

Bleeding with her own blood

Dying in black

"Hey" I’m still in pain

"Hi" I’m lost again

"Hello" I said to him that time yet I’m going across the line

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"How are you?" I wanted to ask, but I didn’t know the answer if you would question it to me.

I would lie and say something cliché like "I'm fine" that’s how it should be

We wouldn't talk for some time when crowds would take us apart, I know deep down I'm slowly tearing apart

Although I would look in your direction trying to find your point of view, to know what you saw in her, and not what you see before you…

And as the day ends I would likely lift my head and grab my things, walking to the exit door the same way I walked in

Saying the words I wish I never meant, words I beg to differ, words I regret

A simple "goodbye" to end this heartbreak moment
"Farewell" I didn't make you mine
Next time I'll try again, hopefully you'll notice then

Would you love me?

If I was a storm so strong my name would be carved into history

Would you love me?

If I was fire that burned your home as I was called a calamity

Would you love me?

If I was a plague so deadly that could endanger and **** all of humanity


“Would you love me?” She asked bearing the final question.


“No” He replied. “I’ll love you even more”

You said you didn't want to see me get hurt

I think that's the reason

You looked away

When I  c r i e d.

Why are you trying to be his world?  
He can't contain every star in your body.

Every galaxy in your eyes

Whenever the whole solar system would spin on your smile.  

He can't
Contain
The
Universe
You are

Romeo promised to run away with me
to a castle where it was for us only
and I held his hand and started moving
to an empty house I sad waiting
for I was to filled up with lies of true love
that I didn't see he crossed his fingers
and now he fled with Juliet
to an island where they shall meet
so I pulled out my heart and closed my mind
soon after Romeo and Juliet had died
and I was left shattered and dead inside

I wanted to bury my feelings for you, deep within the ground so it was out of sight.

Never knew it was a seed, sprouting and blooming. It was beautiful you see  just one of a kind.

But I get it, you won't choose it.

Who would pick a daisy in a garden of roses.

And then you picked the one with the most thorns, now it's painted red just hiding in the colors.

But it's actually grey because you left.

He writes loves stories of wonder beyond inspiration

and no one could ever match his wit, his art, his creation

No one could defeat him from the poet’s throne
                                 . . .
Though the king of composed literary

is a fool behind his work of virtuosity

a clown to his own emotions

describing love letters for a lover he has let go

• • •

You don't need someone to admire your Galaxy with all the stars and comets.

You need someone who will find the beauty in every black hole and super nova you created. You need someone who loves you in your darkest

I had it...
             These Honest Feelings
But it had me...
              The wrong timing
And the moment you said
               "I'm sorry."
I knew it was the end.
The start of letting go.
   When I finally got to the last hold
      You were there standing, saying
                "Stay."
Our story isn't the most happiest, but I will read it again with every bit of love

I had to say it back.
               "I'm sorry"
Because I can't risk another heartache
Every time you end up falling for him again.

He dreamt about love but his dreams went blank

A mind full of stars but he had an empty heart

Shootings stars can’t grant his wishes

The desires of peaceful sleep

He longs for that miracle

That thing he misses in the eve

The bed he lays down

Perhaps the pillows he shed the tears

He yearns for her the girl in his dreams

As thoughts go by they danced in moonlight

A blanket of darkness yet surrounded by light

He goes on sleepless nights wondering about

The girl in his reveries

        The girl he thinks all about.

He made me smile
He made me laugh
He made me fall in love
Then,
He  made me cry
He made me hope
that he would love me back

He awaits for his favorite
                s t a r
the one he whispers his wishes too
the one he cries out too
the one he tells his story too
He awaits for that
                s t a r
When day has passed he goes to sleep
and dreams about his  
                s t a r
the one he whispers his love
the one he cries about
the one he tells his story
of that fated star and him
making a journey to an aisle
and as the day ends once more
He awaits for that
                 s t a r
if she ever to decides to open her window
and awaits for him to be her
                 m o o n

Letting go of the
                         Truth
Is better than holding on to a
                                                 Lie

It's like giving her a
                                   Rose
Full of
             T h o r n s

I kept wishing on stars the outcome of my future
what would it be like to know tomorrow
I kept on bragging about things I could’ve done
things I would’ve but I’m just no one
so I walked on the footsteps of a thousand souls
trying to find mine with the Grim Reaper
then I stumbled upon yours a coincidence much like any other
yet I feel like we were ordained
like the stars were set into the right alignment
that it has become akin to a dream of fate
and as I walked past by your spirit it didn’t match mine
I was too sad to walk away so I managed without a soul
                                          . . .
Soulless to say I’m rightfully yours forever and more.

Love was never between
    Beautiful Faces
Love was between
     The ugly experiences
Love was never about
     How happy you were
Love was about
     How sad you can be without them
Love shouldn't be
     Judged
Love should be
     Accepted
Love is bound to nothing perfect
Ageless with wrinkles
Love is bound to flaws
And that's the uniqueness
Love varies in different people
In different ways
Of showing " I love you"

I fell asleep on the Sun, it was warmer than any sensation felt by a hug
I woke up on the moon because the stars were telling me love stories about you
I walked on the ocean the breeze of the wind telling me the direction
I climbed the shore where they said it was your destination
I flew on the land they told you where there and she was there as well
I went back to space to learn how I can distance myself
I starred at the earth from mars and it’s funny I know exactly where your heart is beating
Not with me but with her and her to be
So I fell asleep at my bed wondering the efforts I wasted.

Stepped on the stage
Dancing in the light
Eyes on her
Spinning in the spotlight
She did her show
With rabbits and hats
A thrilling magic of trickery
Everyone in the act
But in the room
A man believed in her power
Yet the show ended with her
  Disappearing.
    Was her final act.

I wanted to fall asleep it was my escape in this reality

Deeply imagining of what could've been.

Flying around the World with no reason to stop and much as well rest...

The nights are not what they seem, I need to stay awake.

The voices in my head telling me to open my eyes wide

Where only I can see the dark, wishing I was blind.

The silence was killer, to think I'd go back and listen to my Dad read a story or my Mom sing me to sleep

But I hear whispers saying I should leave.

Dreams weren't nice, they were frightful like the night

I can't differentiate reality from slumber.

The moment I close my eyelids I'd feel it, the grasp of something unseen. It's screaming in my ear letting me know

I'm not alone.

It's morning again 24hrs to prepare for Bedtime once more, another battle.  

And the Demon had a score.

I can’t shake off these emotions, this feeling of unwanted affection towards you, a person who makes me smile when there’s no reason to smile, makes me laugh at things I never knew was humorous.
I can’t still seem to shake that off, that replay of heartbreaks going over and over again how I knew you will never feel the same way, yet I still hope, still do. An ongoing war of choosing let it go or not to.
Shake what off? Something pasted and carved in so deep that it can’t be fixed, that whatever I’m feeling for now is shaking me off, off to the world of imaginations where you and I would be in. Though I knew that feeling has already shaken you already and you have stood in a ground where nothing could ever be quivered by anyone.

Why do we c o m m u n i c a t e
           to simply just
                       r  e  p  l  y?

And not
           u n d e r s t a n d
                             the meaning behind the words she cries

As the fireworks beautifully bloom in the sky it was a bit lonely
It’s funny how the wind blows along with time

As I held your hand during that night you smiled at me
It’s funny how I never smiled back and just cried

As I pull you close into an embrace you started to fade
It’s funny isn’t it, you were leaving away

As I tried to put back the pieces of you
It’s funny I never did

As I remember this memory
It’s funny, I’m crying now isn’t it?

As long as I can still recall the note you left
It’s never funny that you gave up on the life you lived
And that carved in me so deep.
                                          .            .            .

I want to be a child

To be carefee
without a single thought of
   T o m o r r o w
     without a single thought of
        S o r r ow

And with no reason to be happy
because no one can take it away from me.

But there's this reason, the unexpected truth.

The error in the program
The lesson I cannot learn
The points on my circle
The turn in every road
The person I can't forget
The reasons are

Y O U.