She’s
perfect
like the moon,
breathtakingly
mesmerizing that,
you can easily overlook
the imperfections in her.
She makes you want to fall in love
with her over and over again;
until the last breath followed by endless void.

And if you are to love,
Love as the moon loves.
It doesn't steal the night,
It only unveils the beauty of the dark.

And if you are to love,
Love as the rain loves.
It doesn't wet the bodies,
It only washes the sad dirt of the souls.

And if you are to love,
Love as the wind loves.
It doesn't drift away,
It only cleanse you to the core by invading through each pore.

And if you are to love,
Love as the sun loves.
It doesn't radiates heat,
It only pours its warmth on you to enlighten your way.

And if you are to love,
Love as the star loves.
It doesn't delightfully twinkles,
It only reminds you that not even death can separate two hearts.

And so forth,
if you are to love
Love as the whole universe
& not just a part of it.

Brick
        By
            Brick
A house is built
Hour
        By
            Hour
The house becomes a home
Day
        By
            Day
The home turns into memories
Year
        By
            Year
The memories turn into people
Century
        By
            Century
The people turn into stories
Story
        By
            Story
Stories turn into legends
Legend
        After
            Legend
History is changed
Piece
        By
            Piece
Lives are changed
Person
        By
            Person
Love is spread
One Love
        After
            Another
Bricks are purchased
That build houses
That turn into homes
That create memories
That turn into people
That turn into stories
That turn into legends
That change history
And it all started with
Just. One. Brick.

“You seem quiet today,” they say.
I reply, “Oh, I’m okay.”
My lies come out hasty
That’s just how it’s been lately

I think she can tell I’m not just fine
The problem is that my head and my heart don’t align
Even then, I just wish I could tell someone
My heart says to talk but my head says to run

My heart feels sad and heavy
Instead, I should feel steady
My head thinks the sadness is all a mistake
I just feel like such a fake

These things make me hurt but
I feel vain in my gut
Others have it so, so much worse
But here I go feeling as if I’m under some curse

Maybe that’s why I can’t talk about it
Does this make me a counterfeit?
It’s like I don’t have the right to be sad
For all of my blessings, I should be glad

I search for love and care and from some, it unfolds
My mom’s heart hurts from my dad but their marriage still holds
My grandpa has health problems but he is still here
I still talk to my friends even after they disappear

There’s something inside of me that I can’t see
I don’t like this different side of me
There is so much conflict going on
Maybe that’s why I’m always withdrawn

It’s like I don’t know who I am anymore
Inside my head and my heart I just can’t explore
I’ve isolated myself to a major degree
Now my isolation is what defines me