i’ve always been flawed
and when your perfect eyes
scan my bruised body,
all you’re ever going to see
is a crooked man that’s me.

i doubt. i commit.
i doubt. i commit.

i still doubt
for i am a crook.

as you purse your cherry lips,
i steal a glance
and witness the beauty
that you are.
i’m half-awake
and you’re half-asleep;
we could meet halfway—
as long as we know
where we are headed.

they call you sunshine —
your smile fascinates the clouds,
your eyes bemuse the skies,
your soul radiates joy.

they call you sol —
some are afraid of your scathing warmth
but you’re still a timeless beauty
every single time you fall.

memories
or the
personㅡ
which do
i really
even miss?

my heart,
it aches
for it
longs
affection
it once received

yet it knows
that you
took it
for granted

thus,
i conclude,
i only miss
the memories
i made with you
before
you changed

i can no longer
steal glances
and waste chances —
for your beguiling smile
enchants every piece of me
and your sweetest eyes
look like a felony
i am willing to commit.

red lips,
high heels,
a few bits
of love feels
like a burning paper —
slowly consuming me
out of uncertainty.

your stained cheeks
tell me you’ve been at
a war last night.
darling, your eyes
still sparkle
even when they’re
bloodshot.