there was a girl
who loved me so
named me bestie
gifted me with seashells
and sometimes,
baked brownie
to unfrown me

there was a girl
who taught me braids
loved poking my cheeks
and took photos of me
secretly

there was a girl
who got her heart
into pieces by bestie
and all she did is
to give her love
but only to get
none in return

she was a bird flying above
the sky all alone for no one
loved her anymore

she flew so far away
that i never saw her
ever again

she was gone;
no more brownie
no more grins
and the seashells
turned navy
oddly

twenty-nine-june,
i sat in the coffee shop
with my warm white coffee
and a copy of
stephen chbosky

she flew back home and
she descried me there
came up to me with
a beauteous grin
i last seen in
december '11

we talked
we laughed
we cried
we story-telled

(i remember, she once said,
back when i still
have the name bestie,
that she loved when
we used the term story-tell
for it made the sun and moon
collide together)

i was told that
this lovely girl's wrist
was named demon
and she **** it every time
he tries to drown her
in a sea of darkness

this time,
i got my heart into pieces
told her the same
and pinky promise was made

(like they always said,
promises are meant to be
b/r/o/k/e/n
and it did)

there is a girl
who i love so
named her bestie
and i will hold her
when she is

f
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l
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g

apart

we used to stay up all night
and i still think that the
eyebags are worth it

you were like a bird
chirping in the morning
and i like when you stroke
my back with your fingertips

we were like monster kids
when the night laughed with us
as we ran along the zoo
and called out for our little friends

bussing your lips,
was like a jolt of electricity
waking up the red blood
under my skin

meeting your lips,
was like walking in a garden
full of red roses
that signify love and passion

before we kiss,
i traced your full lips
with my fingertips,
admiring how comely
and carnation it looked

i admired the feeling of your breath
how your heart beats fleet for me
and when you returned my kiss
it reminded me how alive you were

i imagined,
you were in a suit
your hair was neatly combed
your beauteous lips curving
widely as you watched me
walking through that door

with flowers in my hands
father by my side
and my red lips
lusting for your kiss

i felt happy
you felt happier
you said it has always
been your dream
to kiss me
in that black suit
and im in my white dress

so here i am in my white dress
and you're in your black suit
kissing you for the last time
as you lay down in that coffin
not returning my kiss
anymore

there is a boy
who feels lonely and desolated
even when the ball stopped circling

tries to fit into a world
where he feels like he does not belong
like a crow swimming in a sea

at eleven,
he lost his self esteem down in the river
under the bridge of the last time
he held hands with his old old man

aged twelve,
he met a girl with cream
the moment he laid his quiet eyes on her,
he knew she was what he ever desired
he tried capturing her kite, flying above the sky
but her kite was already caught
by someone she thought deserved it

he went home and cried himself to sleep
just like any other boy would
after he fell off his bicycle and saw blood
flowing from his skin
and he saw it too;
from his kite

trees are dying
flowers cease blooming
birds stop chirping
everything he touch
turn cold and dead like his soul
yet at the middle of the day
he stretch his lips
and tell everybody that pretended to care
that he is dandy

while they live their life
he runs his life like a job
while they genuine feel something
he fake his
while they live
he dies

like a trained bird, he is
does what he should do
does what to survived
in this biased and dreadful game
we all called
life

story of a girl meets a boy
and they talk
and they laugh
and they become friends

and one day,
the boy tells her a secret
wanting to go somewhere far
from the city to be with the love of his life

she says she wants to come along
but the boy tells her not to
and leaves her

the next day,
she wakes up
and finds the boy
gone to live
within the pure clouds
with the love of his life
forever

at least,
they live happily ever after now,
she whispers as she watches
flocks of bird flying with him

you tore me apart
crashed me brutally
left me creased on the floor

you took me back up
unfolded me
tried fixing me

and then you realized,
no matter what you do
you just can't fix me

for a piece of paper,
can never be what
it used to be
once it crumpled

a love letter
written in blue ink
of words that left
a heart fluttering

a well-favored boy
deucedly in love
with the girl he descried
for she is enormously stunning
in his large soulful eyes

a girl with shaggy sweater
who lived by books
filled with fascinating
fantasies and imaginations
giving her so many incredible feelings
that failed to fall out in reality
fear to fall in love

this is not a love story
it is a story about two people
falling in love