i was feeling empty,
not like an empty can,
but something,
more emptier than a can,
like a void,
or an endless tunnel,
where there’s no hope of returning back,
or more like a black hole,
where there’s no end,
and no guarantee of surviving,
i am empty.

parallel line?
no, we were always the perpendicular line,
two line that intercepts each other,
a paradoxical line that makes no sense of both,
but yet still together in all idleness,
just like us;
we intercept with each other’s life,
existing along the interception,
but; at the wrong time,
and at the wrong axis where you and i,
now absolutely detest each other,
but still we’ll be together,
living against the interception,
because we will always be;
a perpendicular line.

eyes widen,
tears fallen,
smile faded,
hands trembled,
knees weaken
"there's no...no way that's him?
the one that collapsed onto my arm?
from 3 years ago?"


he looked into my eyes with confusion
and said, "are you okay miss?"

am I?
am I supposed to be okay right now?
how can he forget about me,
I get it if it's anyone else,
but me?
who is he?
no.. more like, what is he?

My mind is full
Yet my page is empty

-Writers Block

loving you,
is like playing with fire,
the closer I am,
the more I burn,
the farther I am,
the colder you act towards me,
but still I love you.