one, we met
two, we talked
three, you looked into my eyes; you smiled and it felt different
four, talked on the phone
five, talked on the phone 'til midnight
six, i shared you my weaknesses and you told me your stories
seven, we watched movies
eight, i read you my poems
nine, we held hands
ten, you started calling me baby
eleven, you hugged me
twelve, you kissed me
thirteen*, fell completely, deeply, insanely, truly in love

a poem
doesn't always
need to rhyme.
as long as its real
its a poet's work of art.

we'd be lying
if we pretend
there's really nothing.
yes, i too am scared.
this feeling's taking over me
i don't know what tomorrow will bring us
i just want to grab your hand and flee.
against all odds
let our feelings unfold
i want  to escape all this
go to the meadows, to the shore
find solace, find love
no words needed anymore.

i feel like i am groping the wind
all i can see is pitch black
still i continue to walk
maybe i'll fall or stumble
but still i'll carry on.

i dont know what chance im grasping for
bu i continue to do it.
i discard the reason to stop
i know someday it'll make sense

people try to beat some sense in me
telling me its not going to work
but i feel there's something in there.
something great waiting to be unraveled

i'm still defiant
i am stubborn, yes
this is life.
not a game, nor a quest.

there's nothing pointless in loving.
the word futile is not acceptable.

Stop comparing me.
I'm not like *them