If my heart doesn't beat for you,
Then let it not beat at all.

If my lips don't sing for you,
Then let them not sing at all.

If my mouth doesn't speak your name,
Then let it not speak at all.

If my path doesn't lead to you,
Then maybe I should stop here.

I drew you with a pen that will never run dry.
I painted you with colors that will never fade.
You are an imperishable art.
I’m the artist in the dark.

It was the time when I was alone at the backseat of a cab that I wished I have someone I sit beside with.
It was the time when I was by myself walking along the shore that I hoped I have someone walk with me and leave footsteps behind.
It was the time when I was walking the streets on a starry night that I fancied I have someone to tell how I love the stars.

I tend to shut people out.
I am comfortable alone.
But that doesn’t mean I don’t crave human intimacy.
I do and those were the times.

We whisper love underneath the sheets,
Sometimes just staring at each other in adoration,
Searching for words that don’t exist.

You came to me like an unforeseen tsunami.
And like an unguarded shore, I welcomed you with open arms.

I know that you go as fast as you come,
Yet I let you scatter me all over the place,
And leave me teased by your waves.

I have liked the constellations of stars splattered on a night sky ever since I was a kid.
And it did not hurt me much to think that I could possibly not reach them ever in this lifetime.
I’m fine gazing at how they sparkle so beautiful and bright.

Just then I thought maybe it’ll be enough for me liking you from a far distance.
Just exactly how I like the star.