you are an entire symphony all on your own
and i'm hoping to be granted a
chance to be a measure
a movement
in the music
that is you

i once swore on dew filled grass
i would not dare
to make that sin.
but
for you, I did.
for you, I huffed
and puffed
for you, I crossed the line.


as you ignited the devil in me,
my old self felt betrayed
for it was
a promise --
a promise to myself
but
some promises are indeed
made to be broken

if there's one thing i am sure of
however,
it is that,
i'm willing to let go of my inhibitions
my worries,
retired promises,
for us.

you are the sin,
the mischief i've managed
the glorious forbidden
lady of my life.

some days I wished for things
that just can't be
some days I yearn for your realizations
some days I want to be your only star
but those are the days where I completely agonize myself
from foolishness
from selfishness
and in my despair
I found rationalization
that some things are not meant to be thought,
said
or done
but only on some days.

I never understood the science of missing somebody
I know biology has an explanation for why we miss someone,
but why,
why is there a need for it?
why does it occur almost immediately,
seconds even after
our skins collided?
why should I miss something that is not entirely my own?
why
must
this
be
the
prerequisite
to
falling
in
love?

you were his star
but to me you are the universe
you were his relentless sea wave
but to me you are the ocean

i am just a star, and
darling
you light up the sky
above me,
because you
are
my universe

It is strange to think, I haven't seen you since a month.
I have seen the new moon, but not you. I have seen sunsets and sunrises, but nothing of your beautiful face.
The pieces of my broken heart are so small that they can be passed through the eye of a needle.
I miss you like the sun misses the flower, like the sun misses the flower in the depths of winter.
Instead of beauty to direct its light to, the heart hardens like the frozen world your absence has banished me to.
Love guides me, it is what gets me through the day and especially the night.
The love that after you're gone from my sight, it will not be the last time that I look upon you.

I miss

I miss your hair in my face
I miss your lips, the way that it tastes.
I miss your nose when it collides with mine
I miss your eyes, eminently when it shines.

I miss your body, your form, your shape
I miss your hugs, it makes me safe
I miss your kiss, it builds up my day
I miss your hands, how mine and yours sway.

I miss your tender love and care
I miss your presence, all the time that we shared.
I miss all those memories that we had
I miss you, love, I miss you so bad