not everything you think
belongs to you
is truly yours,
sometimes
your the only one
who thinks that way

i want you to remember me as this:
beneath starry sky
still in the clouded moon
chasing city lights
against the november breeze
where your fingers twisting my hair
your lips crushing mine into wine
gasping how mine was the first you tasted
that night—
oh, that night
i never felt so young
despite feeling empty
and we held our gaze
as i whispered
we will never be here again
we will never be here again
we will never be here again
and you agreed—
til this day
i wish you lied
but you didn't
and now we stare
at each other's eyes
with withheld tongues
full of hushed secrets
as if that night never happened
as if you never once
made me feel special

I dreamt it was the end of the world.
the purple orange sky was falling
crushing everything I came to know
and we kept dying
over and over
until we did things right

"You will find so much better", they say. That the fates have not allowed you to be with that soul, your paths have just crossed but not be wholly intertwine. He had come to your life and left, there must be a sole reason even if you do not know it yet. You are destined for someone greater, someone whose veins sing for your being and for your blood only. All celestial beings he came to knew before would soon be forgotten for you and only you would be his sun and moon. The thought is mesmerizing, unearthly even. To good to be true, but that is what the elders and the wise have promised you. And yet, amidst the promise of destiny and the thought that he was not made for you— you long for him still.

carry on.
despite how your heart is a shipwreck that sank every time.
still, carry on.

where do i put all
the anger
the sadness
the frustration
all those *******
if they're about you
and yet
i cant talk to you...
not anymore

the water seemed inviting
so I plunged right through
never thought the thing that soothed me
will be my downfall too

they say remove things that are toxic in your life
give yourself a favor, take pity on yourself
but what if the thing that suffocates me
and the thing that poison my being
is the venom that my system needs
for my essence to breathe

it's sad to think that
a person that once were your sunshine
now only brought you rain
the person that you know as happiness
now only brought you pain
he opened your door and left
now you were never the same