a moment of silence,
pilot take control - don’t let it flood the mission control
scars that never fades has resurfaced back, into my mouth it stale
I’ll regret it when I wake up,
when I’m sober, away from this chaotic mess
But what can I do?
Everything been fuelling up the fire lately
and I couldn’t breath

I'm tired of swiping left and right
When all I really want is you
But we've matched and
We've chatted
And we watched the flame
Went down
From a distance
Where we couldn't
See us anymore

it's like halving the compass, but you're sailing to the east.
**** do i know how to read the map, but be ****** if i say i won't look at the stars.
structures that fractured, it ruptured - erupted: corrupted lungs, how did we get here?
but it's just a dart in the heart, a fire that burns - when we collide we won't burst into fears:
it's like i'm voluntarily descending into a masquerade.

(and you're voluntarily watching me -as a crowd- in act)

Kisses like snowflakes, it burns my defenseless tongue - like a winterstorm in July, almost impossible to exist - yet missed dearly.
Traces of your figure, it framed onto my sight - like an oil canvas painted by the devil's grimace: full of love, full of lust - neither it set foot on heaven or hell.
Ocean like hellfire, it separate two souls, lost in a fictive romance - to ace, to aid, to....

I'm anything but romantic,
Everything but chaotic,
Fear the taste of your lips,
But craves the sense of your hips.

hands all over you before me before us before this
it's just an unplanned demand, charting all over my card
burning desire, I'm burning with my desire

I was already a poet by predilection, you took a penchant for my chanting words
how can you say that when I'm still under the shadows?
without lips and guttered lungs - I'm just a hopeless snow

(I'm melting - demanding)

I know without colours you could still feel the heat
shallow of me to think you need the torch to find me in the dark
but I've been trying to picture you in my head,
don't you want to draw me too?

a written memoir of how love once lived,
it's funny: it was never alive, to begin with.
it was nothing but merely a suggestion,
implode within the idea of a happy tale.

see, that's the thing.

too much ego,
does not echo,
yet to be let go.

******* it, why can't I let go?

she's quirkily odd and yet, mysteriously intriguing.
you're the sun and the moon,
the truth and the lie,
the devil and the angel I can't despise.

.
.
.
foolish soul, how did I ended up falling for you?
I'm a fool for not being able to move on quickly from you,
instead, I fall deeper and faster.
it's a trap.
I need to escape.