I try to tell myself
I don't love you
but every time you don't reply
it still hurts
just as much as if you did love me

I try to tell myself
I love you
but every time you don't reply
it kills me
and I wonder why I've fallen for you
and not somebody else

either way
I get hurt
whether it's love from both ways
or hopelessness from just me

sticks and stones could break my bones but words break a heart even more.

your fair words
around my neck.
your love
exists no more.
your promise
no longer stands
you do not
love me like her
you will never
love me like her.

the world is nothing more than a question & time is nothing but a restraint

I swear
you have become the origin
of all my self conflictions.
you have helped me adapt
to the spears that pierce my heart
and the fires that set it to flame.
i cannot bare conversing with you
it hurts
and strains my mind
until it's membrane has split
and life comes pouring out.
I love you,
I love you not.
I love you,
I love you not.

why is it that you look at me
with disgust in your eyes
and regret on your tongue?
it's only hurting the both of us.
it's only breaking us apart
not mending our torn feelings.
the worst part is
that we won't ever get to the point
where we are completely apart
we will forever be attached by the smallest fragment of our hearts.

you exude the vibes that I want to imbibe
the vibes I need to survive
that one almost invisible thing you always say to me
means half of the universe in my mind
it makes my brain bumble
and my heart humble
i love you
i can't stop falling for you.
I've been falling so fast
for what seems like light years.
i can't apply the brakes in time
or I'll turn into debris
that burnt and melted
in the flames and the heat.
i wish you knew how much I truly love you
i will continue to fall
century through century
until you love me too.
until then,
my heart will remain silently beating
the way it never does
unless it's hopeless love

if only we didn't chase after every ball that rolled into an unmarked territory
or reach after every shooting star that swam across the night sky

if only we didn't have to look at every face that passed by ours in the hallway
or touch everything that looked tangible

if only we didn't fall in love with every man we ever met
or hate every person who shattered our being

Why is it
That we get bored?
When there are clouds to look at
Memories to remember
Creatures to discover
Friends to talk to
Music to listen to
Food to taste
Places to go

Why is it
That we get sad?
When there are colors to look at
Oceans to swim in
A sun to glance at
Butterflies to watch
Family to have
Laughs to create
Smiles to make

Why is it
That we get tired?
When there are nights full of lights
Stars to count
Owls to hear
People to meet
Destinations to reach
Bonfires to warm us
Moons to see

the clouds
that paint their silhouettes
upon the Earth's surface
hold not just a figure
but respect
for the outcasts
who stay hidden
within their being
and don't prop themselves
into the rays
of the sun

the winter & snow is wonderful
until it burns your nose
and scars your fingertips
with your heart left with faint beats

you used your mother as our scapegoat
& when you finally crashed down onto the cold, gray pavement of reality, you realized you never actually loved me

your spoken language,
each letter
engraved onto the under surface of my skin,
visible to my (non working) eyes;
the eyes that I (blindly) look at you with.
your spoken language,
running through my mind
like heiroglyphics,
whose codes cannot be cracked.

fire
from the tongue of a human being
has the grandest flames
and the most overwhelming of fumes
so beware before entering the gates
of another one's path