In screaming words, my poetry was written, in screaming words our story was hidden
I drew myself in a world of hurt, somewhere where our story was blurred
Grey clouds, rainy night, my papers were soaked in tears, made the screaming words silent
The night, our love died.. the night our love became silent

roses are red
night is dark
writing this poem
hurts my heart

shaky sobs
like violets, i'm blue
i'm wondering
why i ever loved you

hey, it's me again
i'm just calling to say
that the sunset
reminded me of you tonight
so enticing
illuminating
and beautiful
but at the same time
so intense
fiery
and passionate
drawing me in
closer and closer
until i'm in your presence
and within a moment i'm
drenched in darkness
danger
and silence

i stay
only because
the dazzling starlight
hidden in the rubble
of darkness
reminds me of
the moments before dusk

too many people
have asked me
what's wrong
lately

how transparent am i?

and so i lie again
saying everything's fine
with a counterfeit smile
and eyes begging
for a cure
a cure to a seemingly incurable disease
a disease i like to call
loneliness

i don't know
how to respond
to what's wrong
when everything
seems like the
truest yet
most painful
answer

Wake up.

Tie your hair back as a splash of cold water hits to awake another day.

Stomach aches, throat sore, reminds you of the night before. It is a daily occurrence now, like brushing your teeth, or splashing your newly awoken face.

Habitual and centered. A routine, no longer needed to be remembered.

Wake up.

Hold your hair back. Purge. Splash water on your face.

After all, it is your daily occurrence.

or at least
you're not supposed to admit that they are
but everything is about love
or lack thereof
so, i think wholeness
is a lot to expect.
i think my chest
is gonna rattle no matter
who tries to fill it,
but i still wish for quiet.
i want stillness in my breaths,
and maybe i need to hold them
but maybe i need to hold him
and i think wholeness
is a lot to expect,
but regret stings less than loneliness
so i still write poems about love.