Love is said to be a battlefield,
And if that is so,

We have found ourselves at a stalemate, Darling.

There are many people in my life that I love,
Let that be said now.
But...
I can't explain you.
You are home.
When my world crumbles, it crumbles to you.
It falls to bits around the only thing I am sure of-
You.
This life can mold me like wet clay,
But it will never touch you in my heart.
I can be so different I don't even know myself,
But I always, always know I love you.
You feel like falling into bed after a long day of doing good.
You feel like walking outside at dawn on a summer day and feeling the first rays of the sun touch my shoulders.
I could trace the planes of your face for a thousand years
And still find new curves to love the shadows of.
Your hands are the only ones that make mine feel completed.
Your laugh is the only one that feels like I am floating.
Your eyes are like wide galaxies, full of stars and secrets, with suns burning at the core.
Your mind is the only one that I would unravel my own for,
Your soul is the only one that can separate me by the atom, break me so completely that I am whole.
I could cry for loving you, my universe, so immense and so complete that I shudder just to hold the concept of you in my mind.
Some nights I lie awake and just love you until the morning reaches its pale fingers across my cheeks and tastes the tears there.
It's not that everything revolves around you,
It is that you ARE everything.
Everywhere I turn, there you are.
Every single moment of joy or despair I ever feel, I feel through loving you.
You spin the stars, you pull the moon, you raise the sun, you churn the sea, you sigh the rain, you sway the trees, you speak the thunder, you abase the gods.
In my world, you are matched by none
And every beautiful thing I ever witness
Is from you, is about you, is for you, is because of you.
You are my home.
Maybe that is rash, but I will have no other.
You are my home. You are the only person on this earth
Who makes me feel whole.
And I would give everything I have,
Just to see you smile and know I caused it,
My love,
My universe.

Five months ago we met,
On a Sunday morning.
That day my heart was set
I loved you since that moment

Before I left that very place
I wrote a special letter
A secret admirer was my case
But when you knew my identity, that I was your lover, you didn't go away

January thirty-first I sent you a poem for your birthday
The first poem I ever sent you
It took me more than a hundred miles to give it to you
But it was worth it, I made you smile
And that every detail did fit

February fourteenth of the present year
I greeted you with a great smile
And no fear,
I sent you my second poem
You thanked me for it
And that was enough to make me smile

But there came a day
You told me that it is about time to end it
That we have to pave away
And it is about to that for good

I was left out
With a melancholic feeling
Having a great doubt
About moving on easily

There were times
When I suddenly become nostalgic
Thinking of the glorious past
Remembering the memories that would last

People say I should start moving on
It is so hard
That I can't seem to figure how to
But if I won't move on
Would I be like this for the rest of my life

The sad story that was set aside
The encrypted past that no one could decode
The love that would never collide
And the heart that could not be revived

Life does go on
And I should cope with it
But until I have accepted
The fact of moving on
I'll be in this sad story of my time

the internet says that
I am at a vulnerable time of my life right now
because I am somewhere
between a child and an adult
and that is a lot like how
a caterpillar wrapping itself around silk walls of cocoon
that I like to call society
because
no matter how long it remains silent
a butterfly would always struggle and slowly
emerge from its own silky white cage in time to come
and that comforts me because
in real life,
I am a piece of glass everyone looks right through
and with no one that I truly feel a connection to,
I find myself standing at the sidelines
and maybe I watch too much anime,
but I want someone to call me their friend
and not give me a chance to doubt their meaning of friendship
and consequently whether or not
I really mean something to them
and maybe I’m still suffering from 8th grade syndrome,
which is a Japanese slang for people, nearing adolescence who
think they are special members of society
and I used to believe that I have magical abilities
and I am the only one capable of fighting against an
age old evil
and I still know that to be true,
but now,
I know that I am just fighting against my own hormones
the same ones that cause my face to turn red at the mention of my poetry
and the same ones that cause outbreaks on my face during exam periods
and the same ones that make me feel so alone at 3a.m in the night
and I know I'm not special, not even close
but I want to feel like
I've been good enough
at least once in my life
{d.c}