When sweetdreams turned into nightmares,
When every parts of you begins to shatter,
When your tears flows down like a river,
When the stars no longer shimmers,
When hope can be found nowhere,
Remember that there's someone out there,
Who will always genuinely care.

Who broke you and made you desperate on finding someone that could fix your shattered heart again?
Who would you be if you didn't have anyone to love?
What did you lose to make you chase love so much?

It has been awhile,
hello again! my poet side.

I almost lost the power,
to write again all my sufferings and desires.
I have been spending most of the time in the shower,
fighting demons and letting out plaintive whimper.

Oh! I have missed this!
Leaving pieces of my soul in a writing.

When the darkness covers the earth, I remain awake.
The pouring chilling rain along with the feelings I could no longer take.
When the moonlight shines for the lonesome to conversate.
When the stars are the witness of the tears I form as a lake.

How desperate my soul can be?
Mending the pieces of a broken me,
hiding behind false facade,
marred by the one whom I had.

If you're not willing to
reciprocate the type of love
I have to offer,
That's fine,
But please,
do not attempt to make me
feel as if I'm doing something
wrong by loving you right.

-Pierre Jeanty

I have countlessly dreamt,
I have unboundedly imagined,
That the day would come,
when you're truly gone.
But never did I expect,
the way you took your last breath,
At rest on my lap,
head up above,
Searching for my eyes,
looking within as to how my heart cries.
I never understood the language of grief,
until I've lost the butterflies out of my grip.
Oh its been a year and also two,
when both of you bid farewell,
the clouds turned grey, the shadow reigns.
But never have I let myself drown in despair,
for I truly know you have finished your race,
Awaiting for the promised life beyond compare,
Where the chosen one's will meet each other once again.

Happiness is not an outcome but it's a journey we must walkthrough,
We all desire to be genuinely happy,
To love and be loved,
To hold and be held,
And we know pain is the price of love,
We agree to pay it when we start opening our hearts,
We know that every hello comes with the knowledge that one day there will be a goodbye,
Every first kiss comes with the certainty that there will one day be a last,
Even if we know that love ends painfully and full of sorrow,
Despite knowing the price we still pay it, over and over again.
We pay it for we believe that it makes our life worth living,
And because love is always worth it.

I'll choose you,
even if I have to walk through the storm.
I don't even mind being soaked in the rain.
I'll endure the deafening thunders
and the sight of lightnings before me.
I'll carry your teardrops
until your clouds fade;
I will hold you
until the last rain.

I see it.
The way those eyes sparkle through the pitch dark room.
The way those glistening jewels were filled to the brim with tears.
The sound of a gut-wrenching sobs you're trying to contain.
Indeed, the sound of silence is so bittersweet,
even when nothing is heard everything is seen.

I get it.
The exhausting, numbing, consuming pain, you're no stranger to it.
A feeling that could never decipher, nothing seems to make sense of it.
You were just as lost as the ocean around you,
As empty as the space you're staring to.

I know it.
You're a fighter who knows when to surrender my dear,
Everything's going to be alright, there's nothing to fear.
Resting your weary heart is an act of bravery,
You're worthy of being love so deeply.

In those vivid scars, it is where flowers will bloom,
And no one deserves to indulge in your petals if they cannot embrace your thorns.