It was like,
waiting for a bus
to pass by you,
holding an ice
until it melts
on your hand.

It was like,
saving a random stranger
and not asking
for anything in return.

It was like,
getting a tattoo
to satisfy your wants
even if you know
it will hurt so much.

That's Love.

She didn't want
to let go
because
She wanted
to stay.
He wanted to let go
because
He didn't like her that way.

It was his choice
but
she never agreed.
But
If he stayed,
she'll get hurt
everyday.

Maybe it's true
that you have
to let go
of the things that once hurt you
so that
you can see
the things
that will endlessly make you happy.

The blood in your veins
haunts me,
I don't know how to turn you away.

Inky comfort
I get lost in your eyes,
Worried there will come a day

When I will not be able to
walk out in time.
Haunted.

You become fantasy,
Following me through the
Raindrops that trickle into my dreams.

Your softer than you seem.
As I roll over in bed, and awaken
To empty sheets,

Infinitely torn between wanting you,
And pushing you aside,
I put out my cigarette in the ashtray,

Before I
Smolder,
Into nothing.

I got some things I want to confess
From an awkward nerd to a beautiful countess
You're more confusing than the Higg's Boson
I understand more the positrons and electrons
You're more complex than a polysaccharide
"Understanding You" is no book my archive
Why can't our relationship be a mutualism
Rather than the one sided commensalism
Could we be close like the tibia and fibula?
So close like the aorta and vena cavas?
To be close, I could only hope
Like uranium 237 and uranium 238, inseparable isotopes
Whenever I see you, I get the "kilig" affixes
Like the sour taste of citru sinensis
I can't get enough of your wonderful smile
It's like the taste of pentahydroxyhexanal
You might think I'm in delirium
But my thoughts are in equilibrium
You're the only girl inside my cranium
And this love for you is more precious than *titanium