sitting quiet at the corner,
my sides became brighter
as you marched towards my chair,
you made me aware
—with how you swayed the strings of your jacket,
and how their knots at the end tapped my skin
—that you were there

it happened on the 8th of eight,
but i'm still bearing the weight of guilt,
when you left a mark in my head
that i will never forget
—you used the word, expensive, love
asking me if i want you to love me

i know i felt excited;
i know you didn't mean it,
i waited for you to take it back but you didn't,
so i made you take back your words,
and there, finally, you said "it was a joke",
somehow, i felt disappointed

the most magical,
yet the most painful dream i had:
𝘺𝘰𝘶.

maybe it was the thing called “love”
—like a flower
that grew well;
surely, it won’t last forever

day 88, and i am still in love:

with his hair,
that becomes a bit curly and wet
when he feels stressed;

with his eyes,
like hazelnuts under those glasses reflecting light from the outside;

with his dad jokes,
that make me laugh even though they’re all lame most of the time;

it’s the 88th day,
and i am still, falling for you.

you’re an arsonist
—you never failed to burn my whole;
always setting fire on my body and soul

indeed an arsonist
—you turned me into a thin smoke,
i disappeared; you never looked

whenever i see you
i feel like i want to live in your eyes,
even though it’s always cold,
i melt like a heated gold
and when i’m part of your sight
i couldn’t stand straight
‘cause you are an angel
amazingly at every angle

whenever your eyes meet mine,
i want to stare at them forever
i know i would never find any better,
yours are just so pretty that i burn
but i can never have you
‘cause you are saturn,
my favorite planet in my own milky way
already wearing a gorgeous ring.


—and so i made up my mind
that i would never,
ever reveal these feelings to anyone
‘cause you are an angel,
and you don’t deserve to lose her