To some,
it may look
and feel like
loneliness.

But to her,
it was far,
far better
than that.

It was freedom.

I guess there is that
kind of beauty
in this world;
when the flawed
and broken shards
are picked up
and pieced together.

Though it sometimes  
require bleeding cuts
and punctured hands..

..it's all worth it.

She loved someone
wholeheartedly,
yet her heart
still got trampled on.
But she dug deep and
found she still have
some love to give.
Only, she gave it to
herself this time
and that made all
the difference.

I am a mountain,
reaching upwards.
And you,
you are the stars,
and the sky
that I can only
ever wish
to touch.

I am a mountain,
in league with bards.
And you,
you are the stars,
and the sky.
Crash into me,
oh how
I long
for such.

I write to forget.
I write so I won’t forget.
It’s a losing bet.

Her eyes mimicked
the beckoning moonlight
refracting in the
stillness of the ocean;
revealing a wondrous
depth, and all the
walls I built came
crumbling down.

Fear and courage
skirmished inside
my head as I drift
deeper into the
dark of her eyes;
equally liberating
and terrifying,
knowing I might get
lost in it...

...but I won’t close
my eyes, nor will
I ever look away.