ares the god that i've grown to not like
for his attitude and actions are not respectable.

ares, a guy i never thought i'd like.
it just happened.
we happened.

like the greeks,
i now have a love-hate relationship with
ares.
he's mighty.
you're sympathetic,
but you both are the same.
i don't want to be a spartan who
only sees good in you.
athenians are correct
you are a coward.

what would i see in the mirror of erised?
it's probably like what dumbledore saw—
him, holding a pair of thick, woolen socks
because one can never have enough socks, eh?

remember dobby, a free elf?
dobby, who has no master
because of a sock harry gave?
you understand now?

socks are needed to become free.

rohese, a delicate, and beautiful flower;
wonderful to touch but painful to hold.
thus, a hand that wants rohese
must love and accept its thorn.

i n h a l e s
e x h a l e s
she’ll remember you
always
the reason she’s sighing
deeply
and sleeping with
a heavy heart
right now

oh, november,
what have you done to me?
i don’t want this.
this is not me—reckless.
let me go back.
don’t stop me.

i was living in a fantasy world

until i met you.

you made me see the world 

or the reality of life. 

you made me see

you, my reality.

i imagine us
watching concerts and gigs, 

enjoying our nights;

singing and jumping to our favorite songs,

looking and smiling at each other,

your arms around me,

holding my hand later on,

and kissing—i love the idea of you

kissing me, baby.

a hopeless romantic who likes the chase. it’s something that become her habit—chasing someone, liking a man who doesn’t have feelings for her.

she craves for physical touch, yet pushing someone away who is trying to get close to her when she sees he’s interested in her too. she always assumes every guy only wants to flirt with her.

the standards she builds are so high. when someone is falling short of her expectations, she easily gets bored.

all she wants is a man who will be patient with her and understands her because she’s confused, she is not used to what she’s feeling right now.

she’s a flower who just starts blooming. a flower who is still learning how to handle a relationship and how to share herself, her soul and her heart physically and emotionally to someone.

the moment i knew it was
over and
 your love for me
was slowly fading—it was summer,

but it felt like it’s winter
when i’m with you.

you’ve changed,
and i’m feeling more pain than 
happiness.

you are not my type, but i don’t care.
our conversations are not interesting, yet i like talking to you.
you don’t have any talents that will make me feel interested.
the things that you consider hobbies are boring to me.
heck, i’m not even attracted to you, but i like you.

how long does it take for two people to get attached to each other?

how long does it take for two people to know that they are in love?

how long does it take for two people to build up the courage to say that they love them?

a month.

it only takes a month;
for us to know about each other,
for us to see if we could work,
and for us to finally decide if we want something more than friends.

i liked someone but,

i’m too young.

i loved someone but,

he broke up with me.

i’m ready to let someone in again but,

he couldn’t wait.

i had someone who is special to me but,

we just stopped being close.

some want to win my heart but,

i don’t have feelings for them.

i guess

this is not my time,

my heart is not ready.

the right person will come

unexpectedly and at the right time.

i see you
looking at me,
smiling at me;
i see you everywhere.
no,
i'm not hallucinating.
you're just on my mind
thinking of how you look like
so vivid like
it's real.

we've met for the first time.
i saw you at last.
our friend introduced you to me.
five seconds,
i counted.
you genuinely smiled at me
looking directly into my eyes.

we've met for the second time.
i saw you again.
i didnt expect you to come.
it was raining.
five seconds,
i counted again.
you smiled at me
looking directly into my eyes
as your way of saying goodbye.

They did not die because of a nightmare.
They died because of heart attack.
Their soul left their body and  it wanders around then,
they bumped into a bad spirit and they got really scared
their body reacted to it and that was why they got a heart attack
because some were not able to go back to their own body
before it is too late and some were blessed to wake up
and thought of it as a nightmare.

“I need to talk to you.” I hate these words. Because in a nanosecond I felt nervous; uneasiness filled my heart, afraid of what you are going to say & afraid of what will happen next. These words are just like the introduction of all the stories I have read. The stories that will always end up breaking my heart.

“I don’t love you anymore.” There. I know that was the second line you are going to say. I expected that. But I guess even though how much you are prepared for the situation and how much you expect that that may cause your heartbreak, you cannot help not to be hurt so much. I did not know what to feel that time. It was a myriad emotion and inexplicable feelings, tears are falling down my face and at the same time my body suddenly feels weak. And I did not know what to do.

It seems like yesterday since you told me that you will always be here when I needed you and that we are going to see together those places we are never going through. Your lips that tell me you really love me and your eyes that can tell it is true; that you are sincere. It has been just like a storm that came in and you are that storm that suddenly destroys my whole life when you left me.

Now I finally understand why storms are named after people.

Do you remember
the time
when you wrote
me a letter?
I'm still keeping it inside
a box
full of our memories.