The rush we had at 3am, that we shared.
The messy me and I still hope for a chance to be noticed by you.

Opening my veins, so I can let you see the inner me.
And touch that side of me.
That my blood actually running fast towards you.
And you see I gasp for air and all.

Gosh, you're that special to me.
I swear no one else got me feeling that lucky and lush

You touch my scars and bruises
It's gentle and full of care
It hurt a bit as you press on them harder
But, Im not even sure why I let you to do so.

But in the end
You left me wounds, too.

Rude

When i think about you
My thoughts seem to have a proper sense of purpose and direction
They feel much more organized and beautiful
Rest of the times they just seem scattered all around
You had once asked me as to what i like about you
It's hard to pinpoint what i like about you in particular
Truth be told...
...it's a little bit of everything
I love your child-like smile
Those beautiful deep blue eyes..
..almost like the sea
I love your smell..
..it's intoxicating
I love your sweet voice
I like tasting your lips
I love holding you in my arms
I love the things you say to cheer me up when i feel low
I love how you motivate me to keep improving myself as a person
I love how you make me smile just with your illuminating presence
I love your long locks
I like playing with them
Running my fingers through them
I love your sense of calmness
I love your incredible mental strength
I love your demeanour..
..so relaxed,so quiet and yet expressive
And above all i enjoy our companionship
You're a blessing in my life
And i thoroughly and sincerely cherish you
Thank you for being a part of my existence
You provide it with a significant meaning

Im going to share a story
A story that people thought they knew
  A story where people dont actually wants to hear
   A story that people never have a thought that it would be true
    A story that made people cries over the reality of life.
     A story that made people felt bad about themself
       A story that made people sad and pity over their own society.

Depressed. Self-harming. Suicidal thoughts.

None of these are jokes.
I've touch the scars and bruises they had.
-Im sorry. I found joy in these
They said.

And tell me now
How sad.
How sad our society are.
That we thought we knew
That we thought we understand
But we let them to do so.

The suicidal thoughts are worst.
Their nights are sleepless one.
None of it is well
-I'd be better off by tomorrow
They said.
Now thats just how much our people care.

What a shame

I have always wondered
Did i ever cross your mind
Or maybe just a glimpse of thought about me.

Or maybe, just random things at the groceries store that reminds you of me.
Or maybe the coffee brew that you smells at the coffee shop, got you thinking about me.
Or maybe the scent of the rain that reminds you of me.
Or maybe the foot step at the hallway, also reminds you of me.

Or maybe the thoughts you made before you sleep about me.

I am here.
Wondering with all the maybe(s)

The what-if thoughts always got me.
Always haunt me.
Always and always made me scared.

But all the beautiful thougts of you I had,
Have totally saved me.

1054pm