I was so sick of feeling heartbroken
That I took my own heartstrings
And wove the pieces back together.

Love is gazing
Not at someone
But into them
Marveling at
The colors
Of their soul.

Love is patient
It understands
Why it waits
Or rather,
Who it is
Waiting for.

Love is heaven
It conquers all
Even mortality
Meaning that
The truest lovers
Shall never part.

They will find each other.
In a heaven so picturesque
It might as well be made
With the ethereal colors
That each one knows
Within the other's eyes.

I weep as often as I laugh
not from sorrow, nor from joy,
but because the world hums,
and I refuse to be deaf to it.

I have been bitten too many times, now I am immune to your poison,
To leave and never come back, now I have all the reason.

Few words, few looks we exchanged
An unloved soul mistook them for love that never existed.

Fake promises and flattering words my eyes did observe,
But to a lonely man in a lethal world, it felt as love.

Every flower in a tree doesn't give a fruit,
And our love was never meant to bloom.

To escape solitude and for longing love,
I traveled this far now I go back with memories filled with scars.

For a love that only existed in my mind,
To escape these illusions, true love I shall try to find.

Just like the night sky slowly turns into a brighter day,
In my life, it turned into a darker night and stayed like that forever.

To live a life in silence or
To live a life with scars,
I don’t know either I chose-joy is something I will never know.

I stood in the hallway,
the familiar scent of jasmine hanging heavy—
my mother’s perfume.

I called her name,
but it wasn’t the voice of my mother
that answered.

It was mine—
but younger.

I turned the corner,
and there she was—
sitting at the kitchen table,
but her eyes…
they weren’t hers anymore.

"I’ve waited for you,"
she whispered,
and the room went cold.

I reached for her,
but my fingers sank into her skin—
soft, pliable,
like wax—
too easy.

And I realized too late—
she wasn’t waiting for me.
She was pulling me in.

Then I felt it—
a slow, unbearable pressure in my chest.
I couldn’t breathe.

"You’ll never leave me again."