As I look into your eyes
I see stars twinkling
And trees dancing
Between your lips
But your thoughts
Seem to be waved away
By the strong current of the
Ocean inside your skull-
I am totally lost in
Your forest where we
Used to camp our feelings up
And grill our agonies-
As my universe is not
Yet ready to let go of your
Broken constellation
For it repairs the
Unknown abyss of my every
Dimension that is screaming
"I don't want to lose you".

You are hurting
You say,
But you are
Not hurting like
Everybody else,
Because
Everybody else
Is hurting and
They keep it
To themselves,
They keep it
To themselves
Until they
Prison themselves
In the
Throes of affliction,
However you,
You are hurting
And you
Hurt other people
As well,
Blind,
Your existence
Dulls the
Vibrance of
Everybody's eyes.

In every look
There are imprisoned
Forbidden words,
Words that I am not allowed
To say for they
Can destroy the division
In between us
That would ruin
Their vision,
We just couldn't
Be together
Like a pen and a paper-
I am writing this
Poetry in the
Hopes that maybe,
Just maybe
If we are lucky enough
Or if we are the luckiest
Creatures in the world,
The universe will allow us
To be together
And if maybe,
Just maybe it happens,
In between nightmares
And daydreams
There is a field,
I will meet you there.

I look at you
You look at him
All I see through
Is my hopes go dim

You'll never see
You'll never know
That it is always me
Making you beautifully glow

It is unfair
Or is it just stale
That he's always there
Watching your little heart fail

I get it though
It's him who'll it ever be
I can painfully feel it hurts, -oh
For I can already see it'll never be me

I looked deep within me
I saw a torpid soul
Trapped in a dystopia
Of interrupted daydreams-
And as I looked deeper
I have fathomed
The horrible state
Of someone expecting
For morphine to rain-
But in the deepest chasm
Reality lies that
The devil does not come
With a burning red skin
And sharp pointy horns
But it rather comes in
Every single thing that
I have ever wished for.

I find myself
In the depths of
A chasm
Slowly eating
And *******
The bliss out
Of me
Though I am
Not sure why,
When, where
But
It is like
All the roads,
They lead me here
But i can also
Indeed, still
Remember leaving,
Walking away
From this place
To the other dimension
Of the universe
And yet I
Still keep on
Slipping back
To this dark,
Horrible, sad place
I call my
Past.

Putting you in between my lips
Is like letting death
Take over me that
Every inhale I make
Fills my lungs with tar
That is slowly keeping me calm
And slowing killing me
As I set fire through my insides
To burn the horrible memories
You have left in me and
The smoke clouds my vision
And blurs my stupid heart
But I am still craving
For the air that you provide me
I don't even care about
What you do to me
And even the nicotine
That you are made of
For I wish with every inhale
Your wholeness disappears but
Still I light one after one
In the hopes that I'll forget
All you ever did
But I feel like with every lit stick
I am winning in a way I am losing
For you are like a cigarette
That keeps me filled
But also the one who wants me killed
Our love is stuck between
My lips and a cigarette
I will keep on smoking
Until I witness myself
Releasing glitters from
My corrupted lungs caused
By the hard beating of my heart.

I shook hands
With death
Last night,
And it was
Not because
Of the alcohol
But it was
Because of
The feelings
That I have
Finally drowned
Inside me
With the
Flooding ecstasy
As I have
Decided not
To be dead
Anymore.

I have witnessed
Your untimely departure
And i did not know
Where you went,
I did not know
You would ever leave,
I did not know
If I'd ever find out why.
I started to perceive things
Differently-
Too differently that
It seemed like
Slipping through the
Void of the galaxies
And finding all
The problems in the world
In the form of an alien
Swimming into the vague
Universe that do not
Give away lollipops
Or red balloons or
Even just a scoop
Of my favourite
Ice cream-
The world became a
Delicate place
To live and all
I could ever do
Is wonder
If I sighed
Loudly enough,
Would all my problems
Go away?

I wonder
If people
Ever get
Tired of
Leaving me
Just as how
Tired I am
Of getting
Left behind.