I was once lost in thick snow where my tracks were no longer in sight, till I met you and you managed to guide me with you back to home

looking at you feels like a fresh breath of air

looking at you feels like when a gust of wind turns into a zephyr

looking at you feels like the scent of fresh laundry taking you into comfort

looking at you feels like when the moonshine kisses the waves of our ocean

looking at you feels like watching your bouquet of flowers bloom

looking at you is a rebirth of my soul

if I could I’d look at you forever and for eternity, I want to hold you in my arms and not let harm touch you in any way or form, if I could I’d birth a world with no pain, a world where love huddles you at all times, a world where serenity runs to you, a world where the symphony of my I love you’s guides you to our home where you can be met with my arms that have been anticipating for your presence.

you are the sunshine that peaks through my windows on a melancholic day and lathers me with comfort, you are the blooms that grow in between bricks and plasters a smile on my face because I regain hope in healing, you are the warm cup of tea that I drink first thing in the morning and feel warmth enclose me, you are the light at the end of the tunnel that takes me out of my misery, you are that one star that twinkles and tells me it’ll be okay because you still can shine amongst so much darkness, you are the waves that always manage to kiss the shore despite the constant effort of having to do pull towards it, you are the soft clouds that remind you that there’s beauty everywhere, you are everywhere and everything my darling and I can never thank you enough for being the beauty of the world, for being everywhere and reminding me it’ll be okay

I look at my hands
Violet stained
Something in me raptured

I stand parallel to my mirror
I touch my hair, my cheeks, my eyelashes, my hips
I wonder, why am i not turning to mist with all this hurt within me?

I wanted to love you until tomorrows stop knocking on our doors

I wanted to hold you until all the hurt within you becomes starlight, and every time darkness overtakes, you feel the twinkling of your hurt ease

I wanted to build an abode of serenity and take you in whenever the world felt like a drag

I wanted to cook you breakfast, pour my heart into ever pancake flip

I wanted to tell you, hey your smile captivated me into a state of placidity

I wanted to build a universe out of dust and your old empty promises

I wanted to wait for you to come back

I wanted to wait for you wake up

I wanted to wait for you.

Guess it was asinine of me to think so.

You'll find nebulas in his eyes when you're staring at him late at night,
you'll feel clouds burst into your chest every time his laugh echos,
and you'll feel it; you'll feel the love in his veins every time he holds your fragile soul.

And you tell yourself, why did you ever decide to pursue a vast space, knowing deep down he could only give you broken and dim lit stars.

However, that is what everyone says about him, and you think otherwise, even after he told you that he can no longer love, yet you still hope.

Maybe one day the glimmer of hope within you explodes; birthing a whole new universe, and you get to fills his vastness with beloved moons.

Maybe one day, the two of you merge, endowing those that roam with lonely souls, a hope, a home, a place to be.

You say that you do not possess a beauty that leaves mouths agape in astonishment, but darling the wondrous births of our universe can't all be seen with a single eye.

I fervently pray the stars will exhort themselves to shine a little brighter for you.

I fervently pray that the stars love confessions convened as mere twinkling in our murky skies reaches your most abhorred constellated thoughts.

I fervently pray that Asteria, the starry one would exhort her little ones to lustre their youthful laughter on your window panes
in hopes to ease every ache you behold.

For you are astral, and in every traum, you could hear Asteria indeed emanating her vows across every utopia.

The vows articulated:

"For thee, I'll make the one thee adore the joyous out of all"

The waves take me whole, they have not feasted in so long they did not mind the bitter heartache I was carrying.

I am lost, in the heart of the ocean, and I ponder where does she harbour her heartache? Does she ever feel for the coral reefs, and the millions of species that get brutally taken away, or does she lay there and take fate as her cure?

My beloved Pacifica, I give you my heart and I beg you to take me whole. To carry my emotions is as if I’m carrying the tides of all your generations, and my body is so insignificant in comparison to your azure wonder. I am dissipating, within the wrath of my soul, and I reek of constant betrayal and failed promises.

So I ask the universe to let me go, perhaps there is no hell and heaven, perhaps there is no afterlife. Perhaps the ones that suffer just head towards an infinity where nothing exists, and somehow the thought of that eases my pain.

Darling, I smell like you

Darling, I smell like alcohol and taste like the misery huddled beneath your tongue.

I wonder if you're okay and you pass me a shot knowing our laughs will smother our worries, and it will unravel another night of us swaying with the ashes of our cigars.


Darling, I taste like you

I taste like the absinthial hit of cannabis under a lit moonlight, with somber pants on and revengeful hands waiting to touch me.

Darling, I sound like you


I sound like if wrath was mortal and it went through heartbreak, the weeps of my soul caressing the empty streets where your home once laid.

Darling, I look like you

A vivid smile, a verbose tongue, nomadic arms, **** like eyes, and a jaded way of walking but all so beautiful that;


How come the smell of alcohol, the taste of cannabis and the sound of wrath all distracted from the fact that the next time we'd meet you'd be laying six feet beneath me.

where is my last shot of alcohol darling?