" Home is where your heart is. "
I've got,
broken things,
where my heart should be.

(FAH)

Experiencing deaths are a lot like break ups
but you'll feel emptier.
Instead of him laying lips with another woman,
she kisses soil 6 feet under.
When you lose him,
he is still living in the same world-
just not yours.
When i lost my mother,
her pieces found
in the
milky way, the sun, that flower,
my heart.
But she, isn't in this world.
When you lost him,
you lost your entire world.
When i lost my mother,
my grandma lost a daughter,
her brothers lost a sister,
our worlds crashed apart.
When you lost him to another woman,
i lost her to God.
When you created a hurricane in your room,
glass shattered, things thrown,
i plucked weeds off her grave.
I will never see her down the street one day.
Or listen to her voice, or remember how goodnight kisses from my mum ever felt like.
When you lost him to another woman,
you'll meet many more him-s.
When i lost my mum to God,
i lost everything.

(FAH)

I wanted to **** myself,
and you were screaming,
about ***** dishes.
It's okay if you don't understand,
just know that,
you don't owe me anything.
Let me catch my breath,
before you seal it again.
I should be dead by now.

(FAH)

When i'm gone,
i'd have removed all traces of myself.
You won't smell the stench of my odour lingering, always waiting,
you'll smell the scent of my dead body.
And none of you,
not a single soul,
shall shed a tear for me.
When i'm gone,
all my intentions and hopes
will scatter and bleed
along with my body.
And none of you,
not a single soul,
will resolve matters with me.
And that is ******* fine,
because when i'm still alive,
nothing is right either.
When i'm gone,
there won't be my clothings for you to hug to sleep,
or a single belonging of mine to put you in place.
Only then,
everything i've done for all of you,
all of my
hidden intentions and obvious indirects,
will be of your understanding.
soon.

(FAH)

In the faded light,
the truth shone out.
There were so many explanations racing through my mind,
but " I'm sorry " kept spilling out my mouth.
How do you fathom these thoughts that only you can understand?
Behind every cigarette that burnt,
there was a reason behind each.
And oh i wish the problems could easily turn to ash along with it.
With every puff i intentionally destroy myself with,
there was even further damage with my silence.
Sorry -
I'm sorry.

( FAH )

The moon witnessed them.
There was great intimacy.
Not physically.
Not sexually.
Their hearts wrapped around each other's fingers.
Their words caressed their empty voids.
There was no denial that the moment was surreal.
It seemed too good to be true.
Then again, all good things come to an end.
When was the last time someone touched you?
No, not in-between thighs or chest.
When was the last time your heart was touched?
In the background were victory noises of strangers that seemingly depicted the joy in their smiles.
They didn't have to say it.
Their dead cigarette butts and weeds that were stuck on their skin were witnesses.
It was pure bliss.
A blessing-
that's what they feel towards each other.
This is not a poem about lovers.
Soulmates come in various forms.
Love comes in many perspectives.
Sometimes, soulmates don't stay together forever.
Sometimes, they part.
Sometimes, they don't.
It is all in their hands.
The same hands the cold wind kissed.
For the warm to match with the cold.
For the broken to find it's missing pieces.

( FAH )