Immersing yourself in the water.
Discovering a world you never knew existed.
A world, that isn't visible on the surface.
A world, that's nearly magical, but never shows itself out of the blue.

The most shallow creeks, the deepest seas, that mysterious world will always be.

Every ocean starts with one drop of water.
Every tree starts with a single seed.
Every poem starts with one letter.
Every marathon starts with one step.

Don't think that you're small or not worth anything.
Think: "I can grow to be something great."

When I think about you, time stops.
When I hear your voice, that's the only sound that echoes through my mind.
When I see you, your beauty strikes me like a bullet I will catch.

The way your hair dances to the rhythm of your steps bewitches every fiber in my body.

The sparkle in your eyes is brighter than that of the brightest diamond.

Your smile lights up even the darkest of moments.

You don't know it, but you mean the world to me.

An ocean starts with a single drop of water.
A tree starts with a single seed.
A poem starts with a single letter.
A marathon starts with a single step.
A person starts with a single cell.

Don't think: "I'm not enough..."
Think: "I can turn into something great!"

We always make sure to hold each other.

We always cry to be wrapped in

each other,

heated embraces,

breathless kisses;

trailing bodies and entwining limbs.


I pen this wrapped in your abandoned

bed sheets,

the lingering smell of you staining my skin.

I sprawl over where you laid,

hoping to take in as much as I can of you.


I pen this while we’re disentangled,

to let you know something.

Please don’t loosen yourself from me.

Please, I worry when I wake

in your bed to find you were never

once there; you were never once taking me in your arms.


I pen this because I’ve realised what

makes it so painful,

to imagine you lost from me;

a distant, faded smudge in a photo album.

You’re a biochemical addiction,

a drug I can’t seem to avoid, I can’t seem

to stop taking my daily shot.

A sheer addiction rooting me down to my

bare bones.


I pen this because what we are is purely

selfish.

Relationships are purely narcissistic.

Lost in reflections of each other,

I want to love you as much as I can

while I want you

to love me as much as I can only try to love myself.


I pen this to open up the box of secrets that

sleeps between us.

To open up the lies we paint on each other’s skin,

when we lie in bed and dream across each other.

We bury our hearts in the beautiful rubble of

romance, ecstasy, heated passion and blissful reunions

of bodies and loves.

But really we cover our insecurities.

We believe we are worthy only when we know

we can be desired by another.

We believe in love, only when we are the object of attention,

not in our own eyes, but reflected in yours.


I pen this because we are each other’s poetry.

The sketches I get to make of you,

the colours you can pull out of me and place

on your canvas.


I pen this,

because it’s so impossible to let you go.