He has left me like
a letter without a message
a roof that gazes upon a broken home
but miserably so, a heart which, to it, love is a foreign land.

They find better people,
and I become distant and forgotten.

Appease your tired heart,
accept the love that you deserve.

Give me back the breaths
you stole away from me.

Write back all the translucent words
I was too afraid to spill the first time.

Erase the bittersweet memories,
destroy the projections of us
for we are nothing now.

Teach your tongue to behave,
twist it in all ways
except for the curl it makes
when trying to say my name.

The paths we wanted to pave?
Dig up the bricks
you are not the way I want to live my life
we can never make homes out of people.

I want them back
but not you.

I know your heart beats for her.
I can hear it from all the way over here,
but it doesn't sound as beautiful
as the way mine beats for you.

At the end of time,
You are the heaven
I want to belong to.

He was afraid of the reflections of hell
that could be seen on her fiery red lipstick.

Forgiveness that is unlikely,
her last words to him
burnt him from the inside.

Her heart was a game to him,
and now he'll have to beg for his life
to win it.

I write poems about you
that you will never read.

Words hit me like bricks
but i'll build a home
out of these poems

The cigarette or the pen,
which will be more effective?

Your whispers echoed
They whirled like howling winds
And have now become hurricanes
twisting the last words you said,
wrecking whatever was left of you
in my lone and broken heart.

I often blame myself

for the iniquity of others.

If they had abrasively grazed

the fragile strings which hold me together

then it is because I, and only I

have given them the thought

that wounds do heal in the end

but scars are often invisible

and I am still hurting.

poem after poem
i break
and my words don't make sense
not anymore
not here
not in your mouth
or mine
broken english, is that what it's called?
whatever it is
it's making me bleed from the inside

poem after poem,
I break

Carve your initials on my skin
by tracing them with your fingers.

This surface will remember you,
caresses heavy with thought.

I'd rather sleep
than stay awake in a reality
where you're not mine.

Some things can only be written about,
not experienced.

Heat up whatever cold I have inside,

Your warmth answers my prayers

and despite my numbness

I can’t deny that you make me feel something special

maybe we like to write about nature
because there is a hidden longing
to be in harmony with it again.

When I will be lying on the ****** ground
drowned in my own misery
They'll look and feel discomfort
because they know that they are the reason
so they shout out
try to hold my cold hand
to ease their conscience
and not because they truly care.
If they had cherished me,
I would've been warm in between their arms
lips flushed with joy
with a heart that still beats.

Shades of colors
Arrays of identities
a palette of diverse beings
that's what we are
united we are art

Yet some choose to narrow it down
to a mere silent black and white film
erasing identities of billions
muting their cries
stripping rights away from their children

A spectrum of humanity
that will never converge to a single line
of what you deem as worthy of respect.

Thoughts of you
knock on my head
pleading for remembrance.
Doesn't my heart know
that forgetting you
will be the cure
to everything?

Embellishing letters with ribbons
but those can't appease
the rotting words that lay unsent
in dusty drawers of masked regret.

With my hair unleashed,
strands fall to meet the crevices
of a sweaty neck.

See the black dye mirrored,
hands stained with disdain -
she watches.

A rendez-vous so scented,
slick with gazes squandered
loose after I wandered.

I've seen people smile and cry in the same minute
then wondered,
" can love and hate could coexist as well?"
That's what I have been feeling for you ever since.

I desire madness,
but until then, I cannot forget you.

Time has stopped healing us,
we are our own medicine.

You are a memory
that leaked from my mind
onto my shoulders.
You are now a burden.

Entropy is inevitable
We have made a mess of ourselves.

I thought I didn’t need metaphors to describe you

But I can’t help but notice the aspects of all blooming life

Converging and absolutely intertwined

with your sublime being

You are my world

The moon's modest nature is entrancing
It's splendour is never fully displayed for long for our eyes to indulge in
It transforms itself every night
Leaving us to outline its curves
while it encrusts light in a sombre sky of darkness.

You are the moon,
and I am the waves
that will never settle
because of you.

If the moon has any secrets to tell,
I would be sitting tonight
with silver linings around my irises
waiting for it to spill
its blood red musings.

The sun has let me know
that it envies the light in your eyes.
The moon is about to fall
and undo itself
so that I could stop whispering to it about you.

The air no longer dares to spin,
and rattle the trees
for it could not match the melody of your movements.

And I?
I am all of them combined.
I wish to let you know
that sometimes the east and the west
seem so far away from each other
and it makes me sad that you are not here
but oh how distance makes us love each other more
let us be in our own divine circles
basking in the mesmerizing sound of our heartbeats
longing to match each other in rhythm.