there are these girls
with flowing golden hair
radiating against their vibrant auras
on a sunset along the shore
and those girls,
with icicles in their stares
who spoke sentences that leave you with a frostbite

there are summer girls and winter girls-

and she's more of a summer girl;

i can see why you fell for her,
the sun and all the forest fires she's started in the folds of your paper heart, torches lighting up every time you hold her hand
of course who can forget the orange glow the world around gets every time her lips are pressed against yours?
she's the epitome of a perfect sky capturing all the gleam you've ever and never thought of


then comes the winter girl

a hundred and one warnings about her have been told
number one: she's crystalline and soon you'll be nothing but jagged cracks
number two:she's not as pure as snow is
number three: you do not want to turn into a hypothermic misanthropy so run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run

yet somehow underneath the layers of her icy composure
lie delicate snowflake structures-
you get a glimpse of what's underneath the tip of the iceberg

and she proved the warnings wrong one at a time
it's like you're ice skating for the first time, tripping, but she's there to catch you just in time
she'll remind you of the giddiness of the snowball fights you had with your childhood friends all those decembers ago
suddenly being with her feels as right as a warm cup of chocolate on the first snowfall
and you dwell in her chilling comfort once the sun vanishes, taking away your summer girl

but in the end,
you still choose to end up with your summer girl and the bronze sparkling moments
leaving the wintergirl caught up in her blizzards in reckless abandon , existence crumbling

and i understand why
for who would choose having no permanent residence over a fully furnished home?

but then i should have told you from the start,the secret:
you’re not suppose to choose between those girls
or even turn them into something but just a plain casualty
because summer girls' flames will engulf your whole being until you're robbed of the capacity to blow out the candles
you'll strike all the matches you can find just so the love will never turn lukewarm
and you'll thaw the winter girl's frozen soul even if it numbs you to the core

these girls, they're powerful gypsies,
personifications of destructive illustrious love

here she hears the sea’s enticing lullabies
lulling her to step foot
and let the riptide take her,
get ****** in by a greedy whirlpool
only to find a place full of bliss
beneath the sky under the sea
might as well stay there for eternity
with her golden boy

refusal coming to her senses
as she steps foot
beyond the shallow
for contentment along the lines
that separate the sand and the current bind
but no sooner would she find
that her golden boy
isn’t so golden after all
all the gold wearing off,
the crown on his head tarnishing
as he makes his way down
upon hearing the calls of the seas
magnified by sirens’ songs
he holds his hand out for her
but she remains planted
compromising his departure
for someone else’s great arrival
-find someone worth ‘not dying’ for

and it’s one thing to make you happy,
that half moon beam lingering on your face
efficiently magnifying its glory, an everglow

being the one to put it across
equals to an entirely different whole,
almost like a completely new entity
being able to do so is the feeling that’s left in your system
once the adrenaline wears off as you unwind after a very long day
that’s satisfying to your senses and your expectations somehow fulfilled
it’s like getting something you’ve crossed your fingers countless times in a row for
something you’ve wished for on fallen lashes
and every red car passing by as you wait for the bus
gradually, it defies the definition of precious
a reminder of why the color yellow is associated with happiness,
able to eradicate the dark clouds
surrounding the pitch black sky on your face,
streaks of sunshine hiding underneath
leaving a profound feeling of greatness
it’s seeing something priceless and being willing to do anything
to get views of it again and again

maybe i’ve developed a strong liking for your presence
and you
and your thoughts
your words
your perception
unconsciously it seems, you’re trailing my emotions along with you,
in the paths you take;
but i really don’t mind
and as long as you are, as long as you’re there
i’d keep betting on tossed coins and the vastness of uncertainty
to make you happy, to see you smile as many times as i could
lingering with the distant thoughts that maybe
i could be the reason behind those smiles
for you’re certainly the cause of this unfamiliar euphoria residing underneath my skin

-maybe these painted, unmasked smiles on your face could suffice for the unspoken

swimming in pools shined upon by a hundred neon lights,
racing each other past labyrinths, really just stairs with never ending flights,
with the hum of playlists we created in the background and almost perfect sights
a spectrum arrayed over countless black and white nights
now our tracks rest over pedestrian lines,
waiting for the light to turn green
looking silly with the feathered, glittery wings strapped on our backs- this proven by the numerous stares people keep giving us
i could care less because you were in an urge to buy them from the costume shop; you said it was a necessity for tonight's "mission"
and it was all just so funny; you're funny
because the first night i whispered
“you up for an adventure?"
you just looked at me with so much hesitation,
as if i were a delinquent and you'd rather i leave you to yourself
but now we can almost be a platonic bonnie and clyde;
waiting for the light to go red holds such betrayal
because as long as it stays orange we can have more adventures
and we'll always get a glimpse of the first sign of sunrise
but once it turns green,i know you'd still go after her
that no matter how much thrill the night makes you feel,
how many graffitis we'd spray paint our own graffitis over,
how many new songs and mixed CD's we'd trade,
it's still her
somehow amidst the full moons and the waxing crescents
you're still stuck in the time watching the sunset and the raindrops gently come home to the earth with her
when you were enough to her
you're still stuck in what almost was and what could've been, what could still be; but will it ever be again?
you're still hers
you're stuck in the chasms she's unknowingly created
chained to her love that made you alive all this time
tied to her presence you long to feel again
and i want so badly to set you free but i can't
because you wouldn't mind drowning in a whirlpool if she told you to do so
four
three
two
one
light turns red, traffic halts
- please don't leave just yet

hey it's 3:56 am and by now we'd be talking with ramblings from our insomniac minds. i promise i'm not ignoring you despite the non reply to your message hours ago. it's just...it actually hurts when i think about how you'd never see this, us more than this and i'm more than grateful that we're friends but can we maybe try to be something more? can you hold me , look me in the eyes and try to see if you could love me, if i can grant you absolution, make the pain she left vanish? sometimes i think you might feel something for me too but i don't know it might just be the haze surrounding my thoughts. can we at least try? i hope you'll answer. call me back as soon as you get this.
-can we mimic two lovers and how they prove their love under the witness of the moon goddess?

exactly who would've thought
that she’d want flowers to bloom within his darkest parts, a stark contrast to the withered roses placed on the dead love barely letting him take breaths?
that his interest would be piqued
by someone who acts too smart, like they’re too good for butterflies and chivalry
that dreams of being somewhere else rather than the place for the dead started creeping up in their sleep
that they would be each other’s lifeline when from the start they wanted to be anything but alive?

l o v e
so foolish
such a liar
ephemeral

unless if it were true
it'd be pure and patient and selfless

and so their love remains
in caskets it does not seek rest
granted by the reaper that for as long as it will remain true
then it shall withstand and surpass the threat of mortality
yet time runs nothing but up
and when oblivion decides to meet them
then they would by each other’s side
a burial of two hearts encompassed by love
(graveyard part three)

looking down upon
the gravestones marking countless failed attempts of people
at the illusion disguised as “love”
was something she’d grown fond of
seeing “lovers” for the fools they are
acting like she wasn't a fool herself
thinking that she was better than them for not trying,
getting ****** by the vortex of giving all your heart
to someone almost like digging your own grave
(graveyard part two)