An eyelash stuck on her left cheek,
she places it on the tip of her finger
makes a wish,
and gently blows it away
hoping it’d come true

Hold me like
a wish in your heart

Leave me like
you’re blowing
away an eyelash
to make another wish

Do it gently
and I promise,
I’ll come true

My eyes ache

they weep

a shedding of a tear

like a silent wailing sirens

Love,
Know that I am
willing to live twice,
if you are near me

Touch me
if you wish,
but do not leave any bruises

Write me a poem,
I wish to be your muse
Again

Break every promise you made,
but do tell me that you love me still
Lie to me, my darling one
I wish to only be adored by you

Hold my trembling hand,
I desperately need to feel
peace for a little while longer

Soak your scent
into my cold flesh,
it yearns for your warmth, too

Make me cry,
but do not lick the tears

She gave me a flower bouquet
like leaving behind a weeping
bouquet of lilies to wilt softly
on the grave of a loved one

The aromatic scent of lilies
couldn’t overcome the mist
of death ruled by Achlys

The forsaken flower quivers
over the piercing whispers
of her impending doom
when her youthful roots
were unwillingly cut

She withers upon my grave,
and emits the scent of death and I

The decayed petals drop
like blood from cut vines
The brittle dried flower
rots as its color fades from
pure-white and pink
to senescing brown

A slight tint of pink still lingers
as what’s left of her love

The corpse flower
scentless bloom of death belongs
Ghosts with feverish smiles shall
visit me with a bitterly cold embrace

I scratched my head,
and a memory got
stuck under my nail

I sang to my aching heart,
it is yearning to be broken, again
Call it love

If I leave, I wonder if
peace will visit my grave

Tonight,
I can’t hope

Like Sisyphus,
I am condemned to endure
all this heavy weight of existence

A tragic fate
with nothing,
but a never-ending struggle

I’ve abandoned hope,
and erased my dreams

“Happiness”
is only but a mere escape
from the absurdity of life

It is a false hope,
and I’ve practiced
the art of giving up

The thought of you lingers
like a ghost that haunts
its old lover’s house

I spit your name
out of my heart,
and hope to never
remember you

A silent lake of my torments,
her silhouette drowning
in a thing we once called Love

A constant state
of an unsatisfiable hunger for her,
whom the poets called longing

A heart is a torturous
thing to hold, alone

Will you carry mine?
Can you?
If I asked you to swallow it
Would you?

I’m all swallowed up,
I tried to be easier to hold
I did it for you, my darling one
But I am a creation
that cannot be named

My blood seeps of poison,
and I still long to be dead

nearness

I needed yours

remains abandoned

I once wanted to ask
if she’d ever met a heavy heart
with such aching pores

See, I yearned for death
till I forgot I’m still
one with the livings

Perhaps I didn’t know
I‘m still here
till she reached
for the palm of my hand,
but it’d start to sweat
so I shy away

When the doctors cut the cord
that was wrapped around my neck,
and ever since that moment
they resuscitated me as a baby
I grew up with the fascination
of cords caressing my neck

I almost did

twice

She madly loved you,
and now she loathes you

You told her the truth
about your soul, and
how you don’t have one

How your heart has died,
but started to rapidly beat
when she held your frigid hand

She tasted the pain you’ve warned her
about for so long, yet she stayed

Till you poisoned her pure heart
Till you suffocated her by breathing

He loved you to death,
but his hurt brought you
back with the dead

You’ve forgotten them,
and yourself too

I can’t remember

  can’t remember

           remember?

What’s feeding on my memory?

I can’t remember anything
                            who I am
                            how I ended up here
                            my friends
                            if I have any friends
                            why he abandoned me
                            my day of birth
                            the way home
                            who’s fault

I’m being eaten alive by an illness
I’m being eaten alive
I’m being eaten

I remember
I remember the way
I remember the way out
I remember ******* my way out

I thought of you after a year,
but this time I didn't weep

Only my heart ached
over your absence
that left me breathless

I held your scent in my lungs
till you suffocated me
with your crooked smile
and broken promises

I swallowed your name
under my tongue,
and now my words
rhyme with your initial

I thought of you after a year,
but this time I weeped

Weightless and wordless,
she only saw the goodness
of my desolate soul

When she walked away,
I cried over the small
space between her lips

And just like the space
that separates her lips,
I was centuries away  
from seeing her again

You die every night
while he’s fast asleep

You’ve said your goodbyes
to him
with every goodnight

And so in death,
you’ll rest your tormented soul

I longingly thought of you,
but the memory of you has faded
slowly,
and led me away from you

I no longer remember
the shape of your lips,
nor the way your hands
moved when you talked

I am forgetting parts of you
with each lonesome night
I stayed awake without
your I love you’s

They reminded you
that you are still here,
still one with the livings,

and now you sleep
with a knife in hand
to feel safer from the ghosts
that perch on your bed

And later you will use that
knife ‘cause you will never
be safe from your ghostly self

And on a bleak morning you
will search your bed for that
knife with your scarred wrists

You see,
you have already swallowed that knife
after years of starvation, but you still
couldn’t satisfy your hunger  

It is now stuck in your throat
along with every lingering word
you buried inside your foreign heart,
and now it cuts from under your skin

And this is why you have no tears
And this is why you cannot sleep
And this is why you hate love

You teared yourself apart,
and forgot that you could heal

This heart of mine
remembers you softly

Despite the dagger
you thrusted into it

And the gushing blood
after your departure

A lover moans,
she’s singing our song
like a lone nightingale

She *******,
and it is a sign
of surrender

After twelve,
the bitter taste of coffee
still lingers on my lips

Alone,
I resist the idea
of another
suicide attempt

Unspoken to,
an agonizing pain
perches on my chest
like a bird on its nest

I whisper
a prayer
for a miracle
or an ending

Dearest one to my heart
Can you help, I’ve been longing
for every feather of your lashes?

You’ve deserted me,
and I’ve forgotten what
the word warmth meant

Maybe you are  
the word warmth,
or maybe you are
the word silence

I talk to you,
but you don’t talk back  

So instead of melting into
your cruel frigid hands,
I will melt into your deadly silence,
somehow that’s where I found warmth

I am the lone moon
trying to reflect my light
through your window,
but you’ve shut
the curtains, long ago

I am the fallen eyelash
on your cheek,
but you threw me away
with the merciless wind

I am all the dreams
you’ve had at night,  
but have forgotten
in the morning