I could still remember the time
when your bones found a friend with mine
How swiftly those moments change
How things fell into place; just to suddenly rearrange

I remember how I loved the way you love me
how you tell your jokes and I would laugh easily
How you told me I looked pretty when I wore that blue dress
How you revealed your flaws as if they made me love you less

I remember how we would stay up all night on the phone
And talk about everything under the sun until it shone
talk about our future, how we wouldn’t let it go
How we would buy a green house and have children of our own

How lovely it is to remember such things
And yet, how painful it is to reminisce
How in the coming days, there’s nothing left to do but shatter
Those memories like broken glass; as if it didn’t matter

I lost count of the nights you waste just reconnecting the stars
and retracing the steps you took that led you to where you are now.

You are here, with me.
It’s 3 o’clock in the morning and you are here, with me.
It’s 3 o’clock in the morning and you are crying,
and you are here, with me.

It’s 3 o’clock in the morning and never have I wanted to
dig your flesh so badly, to see if you still had it in you.
To see if you’re still as strong as the woman who
dismembered me that night I saw her crack a smile.
Never have I wanted to fall apart.

But now, you crave for love like the flowers
I carelessly planted in our backyard,
"you’re the worst gardener," you said.

and you were right.

Still, you loved me just the same;
you loved me all too well.
you loved loving more than the gods
loved reminding me to be gentle and kind.

I tried loving you just as much.
I really did.

But now, it’s 3 o’clock in the morning
and you are here with me and you are crying,
like an empty vessel waiting,
wanting to be filled.

It’s 3 o’clock in the morning,
and you are here with me,
and you are crying,
and you are empty,
forgive me.

You are the dream I am currently weaving on my mind,
like the finest cloth that would
keep me warm on a rainy day.
You’d give me something that would make
my cheeks turn the brightest of red;
lovely poems that could last for eternity,
rather than flowers that promise love for
infinite years, but wither in time.
We would both lie down under the twinkling stars
and refrain from stretching out our hands before them,
because finally, the stars heard us, heard me;
because they know how I’ve been wishing for you
and how I’ve been longing for you;
right now, all I could think of is how real you would become
and how right you would be for me
and how in time, you could save me
after all the things I’ve done;
after time keeps doing itself justice;
after the world has made me love a little less;
after I've wished to never love again

Stop. Stop it right there.
It’s for the best that you’re not here at all.
It’s for the best that you won’t call me anymore.
It’s for the best that distance would grow like
flowers in between our souls.

You see, I fell for you,
the moment you said my name.
How could you not have seen that?
How could you not have figured it out?
From that moment, and from this very moment,
right here, where we stand;

And the in-between, from the reckless kisses
you planted like time bombs ticking against my skin;
I’ve mistaken them for flowers and light feathers;
they seemed so innocent as your blank stares,
but never have I been so wrong.

And the drunken poetry I left bare before you?
Like my skin you thought you rightfully owned?
How could you not have fallen for my honest words?

And then somebody told me, but not soon enough;
you kissed another girl, but this time
the kisses weren't time bombs, with the intention
of destructing a heavy heart;
This time, with her, the kisses were gentle;
They were pure. And knowing you,
you don’t always speak the truth.

And then you asked me last night,
"Do you love me?" I said no,
not at all; well, I love you, yes.
But I love everyone.

That makes us both liars, then.

So stop, please, stop it right there,
How many lies do you have
hidden like sharp blades
beneath your tongue?
Because I already ran out of excuses
not to love you in the morning,
And I might not make it through the night.

At least let me make it through the night.

The lady in red cried the other night
Didn’t want to be this way but wiped her cheeks dry
Told herself, “Tonight is the night I’d shine bright,
Like the stars and the pale moonlight.”

Put on the outfit that would rather leave her bear
Pull off a good show for all the men out there
Tonight is the night she’d shine
Brighter than the stars and the pale moonlight

The lady in red danced with the clouds
Higher she went as the music shook the ground
Tonight was the night she shined above the rest
As he touched her and said, “Darling, you’re the best.”

I thought if I remembered you often,
I’d get you out of my system-
like how the trees shed their leaves
once autumn arrives right at my doorstep;

But never have I been so wrong in my life.

I looked at the mirror this morning to find you
still clinging to my frame as if you were a part of me;
your fingers still caressing my hair,
your smell still hanging in the air;

your lips still pressed against mine;
your smile's still imprinted at the back of my mind.

a thousand miles away, you haunt me still.
you’re still everywhere.

leave me alone.

I love you
I love your inconsistency,
I love how you ruin my day
and make it up to me
when the moon starts to show.

I love you, I love you, all of you;
All of what's left, and all of what
you could become in the future;
all the scars on your skin
making you lovelier than ever.

I love how you bleed and
how you could hold onto the thorns
that consumed me; I love your innocence
and your childish needs.

I love your mistakes and
our constant arguments,
I love you, I love you being there.
I love how you see me
when I'm at my prettiest;
and when all my troubles build
like walls around my chest;

and you'd sit, you'd stay,
you'd watch, you'd know,
what makes me tick,
what makes me grow,
what makes me run,
what makes me want you more;
I love you, from the surface
down to the core;
I love you,
with all my aching soul.