"Why did you leave?",* they asked.
I just wore a smile and threw a question back,
"Will you still stay if youre no longer happy with what youre doing?"


Sometimes we think that doing what makes you happy really makes you happy. No, no. Youre wrong, man.
I thought being a part of that publication was my dream. Well, maybe it was. Ive been through ups and downs & I almost hang myself on the ceiling just to be part of it. But later I realized, sometimes what makes you happy can hurt you in the least possible way you know how. And that thing could actually **** you.


**And it killed me.

The truth was unleashed
      when I saw you
  with her
Hands are intertwined
Staring at each other's eyes.

I was dumbfounded
   Cant even feel my senses
Everything was naked.
I knew.
**Our love was just a lie to you.

Words ran constantly
Along these sheets of papers infront of me
As I shed tears for you dear
This will be the last poem, I promise

It may take me hours, months, or years
Till I put into words all the things that rhymed with your name
But this you should remember,
I dont care, for this is the last, I promise

Tonight, I wont write the saddest lines
Neither the happiest
This isnt for you to realize my worth
But to make you feel loved till I get hurt.

Sorry for I imprisoned you
In my web of words
Is it my fault?
You feel in love with a writer

Sorry for I got you shackled
In every hug I gave
Is it my fault?
I just want to keep you in my hold.

I saw museums in you,
You were a galaxy in me
A North Star, but why?
You treated me like a scratch.

Funny how I was there
In the moments you were just a bud
Now look at you,
A grown plant you became

You left me when you reach the edge
Stood in a tower
I was left on the ground
Still looking with hopes and happiness at you

My love, this I just wish.
Can you take care of yourself as I leave?
I didnt know I had been this weak.
Never got the chance to tell you Im this sick.

Words ran constantly
Along this papers soaked in tears
Did you know I bleed dry for you?
This will be the last, I promise dear.

**My ink has turned dry
My mind has been emptied
But my heart has kept you locked.
My love, I promise this is the last.
I'll be forever locked in my coffin soon.

When I was younger
I was taught to never talk with strangers
For I was gullible
And they might fool me with no apparent reason

When I was a little older
Strangers turned into acquaintances
Acquaintances turned into friends
Friends turned into lovers

I learned that my elders were right
When they told me to never talk with strangers
For I was gullible enough to be fooled
I shouldve listened to them