I write not because i seek your truth,
i just do - for someone who seeks
understanding in all the doors we see.

I write not because i seek your pity,
i just do - for someone who seeks
understanding in all tough roads we
go through.

I write not because this is a job,
i just do - for someone who seeks
relief to the burden he has not
spoken out loud.

© pax

i want our fingers
interlocked on
crowded sidewalks
and busy streets,
and i want us
to sip coffee
while we admire
strangers from
afar.
i want mid-afternoon
laughter, and
heartfelt conversations
late at night
when everything
seems a bit more
real.
i want to listen
to all your
favorite songs,
and share long
car rides with no
destination in mind.

i want all these things,
only you do not
want me.

-k.w//over

sanity has lost it
and I am yet to find
tranquility despite
tragedy of this
hopeless mind

your eyes, your smile
just the thought of
you weakens me
yet I know this is
useless, helpless
can't you just see?

I wonder how long
will I stand
trying my best
to make things
work in hand

maybe, just maybe
losing you is for the best
but maybe, just maybe
I hope you'll come back--
back in my arms again

you took a part of me
my smile, my soul, my life
miserable, helpless--hopeless
all that i can't deny

you took a part of me
my senses, sanity, modest
weak, lost and broken
all that i still cherish

you took a part of me
and i will never forget
how you made me hate
the feeling of falling in love again

Stain on my shirt, I can't erase
The fumes of your cologne
I can't help but embrace
I wonder how long will this be
My longing for you--
eternal as it may seem.

I looked at my scars.
I stared at the mirror for a moment
and a frown formed in my lips.
I realized that I've loved you--
too much that it hurts,
that it scared me and
that it might ****
me,
I try to breathe in
and calm myself down.

I'm not mad.
I am just...
worried, that's all.
I'm worried.
I think it's normal
to be worried
but I--
don't like this at all.
You're making me
feel
as if
I had done something wrong
and
I had made you upset.
I don't like it.
It's disgusting.
I tried approaching you,
but there you go again,
closing your doors at me.
Please,
let me say something.

You can also lean on me.