At 2 in the morning,

I could’ve been dancing the night away at some club.

I could be drinking all the Stellas

and flirt with other fellas.

After that, I could rest easy at a Figaro

and avoid another hangover

But nope…

Here I am now,

in a house as silent as ever

While the clubs are surely playing loud house music

And instead of playing the party girl I once was

I now reveal myself as a writer as  I have always been

It just seems to come more naturally

The voices, the colors, the vibe in my head

are louder than any party at this time

The downside is…

LONELINESS

It never actually goes away, really

But partying could surely hide it

unlike writing at 2 in the morning

When everything I try to forget

just hits me harder than ever

It was within these halls you stood now that I walked hand in hand with him weeks ago
It was the same paintings he had kissed me to that you are now admiring alone


He and I both wore white and looked quite lovely
You wore head-to-toe black, implying something


An event I shared with him that happened a few weeks ago that was only captured by memory
An Instragram moment for you that  you will share to anyone who's watching and listening


In a party over a year ago, you saw me sitting alone and scared of everyone
I caught you staring at me while your arms were wrapped around someone

Our eyes met then like the way one stares at a beautiful painting.
But like an onlooker, we walk away with nothing...


Fast forward 12 months--
Our first trip to the museum
With you as your only company
and me in the arms of somebody


Though I was happy being with him, I have yet to have someone of my own
Here you are currently, pushing away the sadness of your state of isolation


What if that coincidence went further
and we both saw each other?
Amidst the oil on canvas and statues
Would I have a chance with you?


These questions run my mind as it wasn't long ago I've been in the floors you now stand
The missed opportunity from a year ago is probably another missed one a year later

The way you look at me

is a source of infinite curiosity

and those shy grins

confuse me to the brim

Yes, to you I act mean

but I’m lovestruck from within



                                                But you’ll never know it

                                                For I put an act on you

                                                Probably like you on me

                                                But I’m much more careful

If our love was like a movie
it will be a cheesy 80's flick
where we're at a party
and you make your way to me
from right across the room


It could set in a timeless 50's feature
where I  could be Audrey Hepburn
running around idyllic places
doing things I  pleasure
while being with you


Maybe we are like the 20's  
where we star in the talkies
A fascination, an innovation
a breakthrough, a classic
just like me and you

I crave for your touch

the way your hands feel

on my hands

on my waist

And everywhere else.



I crave for your kisses

The thrill your lips bring

on my lips

on my neck

Kiss me everywhere.



I can’t stand this craving

It has become a full on habit

on my mind

on my heart

In every part of me.