sparkles and laces and all sorts of frills, my nail polish is still on and it all felt surreal.
i cannot suppress the way it felt to have my dress
perfect for me
like how the night would be.
for i've never felt this beautiful as the hairspray made everything fall into place, and the makeup that perked me up with whatever i would face,
through the night of waltz and dances and prances,
the music and flow as he froze me in trances.
someone, i can't believe, could tell you how wonderful you look tonight
just by seeing his eyes focused on you as if you are
the solely contrast in the one canvas where everyone is beautiful.
he will look at everyone but then not for long just to come back to you

Fall in love with yourself.

Learn how to be infatuated
with the veins in your hands
and the stretchmarks on your tummy.
Make your own heart race
as you whisper those
three words,
eight letters
to yourself
over and over again.

I love you.
I love you.
I love you.

And mean it.

If you can learn how to
profess your undying love
to the naked, scared figure
in the mirror,
you can learn how to
daydream about a future
where you
and that person
are finally happy.

If you can give
a piece of your heart
to that stranger on the bus,
why can't you give everything
back to yourself?

You,
who picked your broken self up
after dropping to your knees
one too many times.

You,
who dragged your ***
to the toilet
after drinking the night away
(even though you promised
that you wouldn't do it again).

You,*
who wasn't always there,
but tried to make it up to yourself
by covering your wounds
with purple plasters
and starlight.

Because when people
turn out their pockets
with no spare love
to hand to you,
you will stuff your hands into yours
and give them some of your own
without ever running out of supply.

My sadness makes no sense,
Like what you said.
It's substandard
It's self-absorbed
It's not fine.

My cheerless comes from rejection
Rejection to accept me
To the world
From myself
I dread of rejection

My sadness secrete in my shadow
Behind my smile
Behind my laugh
Behind my happiness
This sadness is forbidden

My sadness comes from waves
i am drowning,
sinking,
but slowly dying
still smiling

This kind of sadness is verboten
So i covert
With my pen
And a paper
To write a poem

This sadness made a scar in my heart; a mark that will be remembered
And i'm sorry that this sadness hurt you, the way it hurt me.
Just like you, i hate this feeling overwhelming, and i'm sorry.

j.d.p

Monosyllabic
Is a five-syllable word
How ironic right?

I told myself not to think about you again
I waited this long for my heart to mend
But when your eyes charr into mine
I fall
   fall
     fall—
treacherous.

And I fall
    fall
       fall—
precarious.

And i fall and fall and fall and—
I choose to be perilous
I choose to be hurt
I choose our love, incredulous
And I opt for the painful curt

You'll never notice it
Until it's gone with the wind
You'll never need it
Until the ocean carries it away
You'll never want it
Until everything's blur
And you can no longer see it

Until it's too late

'Cause even the most gorgeous flowers,
Wither
Even your favorite scents
Gradually fade away
Neither a potion nor spell
Can make them stay
And you wont even be aware of it
Until you realize
There's nothing around you
Left to stay