While the moon has always been beautiful


         People only notice when it bleeds.

I hear your name everywhere
Your whispers in the buzzing of the bees
Your exasperated sighs in the beeping of the cars
Your ecstatic storytelling in the humdrum of random noises

I see you in every hue
Your calm demeanor in shades of blue
Your road rage in shades of red
Your cheeky laugh in shades of yellow

I taste you in every way
Your kiss in this smooth black chocolate
The warmth of your hand in this bowl of soup
Your icy stare in gulping this cold water

I smell you in every scent
Your warm hug in this cup of coffee
Your compassion in this bouquet of Stargazers
Your glistening eyes in this cigarette

Doctors, please help me
I have the rarest case of synesthesia

When it comes to you,
My brain malfunctions
My senses, once numb, feel everything
All at once
In the most passionate and
In the most heightened sense

To feel you in everything.
To experience you in every way.

My eyes only see you
My nose only smells you
My tongue only craves you
My ears only hear you

My brain only perceives you

My synesthesia
Is only in the form of you.

I've ran out of poems to write
Cannot dedicate another i love you
Or kiss another good night
Is love still worth the fight?

I've ran out of tears to cry
Cannot hear another sorry
My emotions had run dry
Is love still worth the try?

I've ran out of chances to take
Cannot take another no
Or risk another mistake
Is love still worth the heartbreak?

I've ran out of ***** to give
Cannot see another one leave
My heart now refuses to believe
Is love stil worth to relive?

I've ran out of faith
Cannot take another date
My heart refuses to cooperate
Is love still worth the wait?

My heart is tired and empty
My heart ran out of poetry
This is the irony
An uninspired poet's poetry

She is made up of unwritten poems, and unsent letters.

Silence was her confidant although her heart was screaming and her thoughts were tempests.
Thunder was music to her hears; and the strong gushing winds lulled her to sleep.
Unconquerable; afraid to be vulnerable.
She is made up of layers of high walls and unraveled facades.

She carries pain like a paper-back book and knew tragedy like home.
She's loquacious but her silence means more than the words she ever said;
Feeling everything and saying nothing;
Saying nothing and meaning everything.

She saw more sunsets than sunrise;
but sees sunshine in both just the same.

She held roses by its thorns and saw stars die as blackholes;
but still carries a light like a supernova that outshines the entire galaxy

and the blue skies turned gray
as i desperately beg you to stay.

and the memories came rushing in
how happy we've been.

and our wounds will heal.
we're happy still.

it's just that the storms hide our sun
but it's never gone
it's just hiding in the clouds
amidst our sea of doubts

before you, sad poems are all i know
words that bleed
pages blotched with tears

my poems were colder than snow
words that plead
torn pages of fears

i thought misery is all i need
to write poems from the soul
until you came

you changed my writing creed
this broken girl felt whole
now my poems will never be the same

thank you for changing the game

even when the darkest of clouds begin to form
i still love you when you're storm
even when my heart gets ripped by pain
i still love you when you're hurricane

even the darkest parts of you bring light
even the darkest parts of you shine bright
everything that's wrong seems right
when i have every reason to give up, i'll fight

when everything's messed up and lost
that's when love matters most

i cannot write you poetry
for i searched the entire dictionary
thought of every hyperbole, metaphor, and simile
you are beyond the most beautiful kind of poetry

i cannot write you a song
tried to find the perfect notes all day long
every melody and harmony sounded wrong
you cannot be fathomed by any song

the most profound thoughts seemed so shallow
the most meaningful lines became hollow
any form of literature cannot follow
you are more than anything that the world can show.

inevitably,
i will always care for you
even if you don't

that's why it haunts me
how easy it was for you
to dispose of me

i never gave up
when that's all you ever did
can't you fight for me?
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5-7-5 lines
will it ever be enough?
when i never was?

how many haikus
do i ever need to write
to reach you again

it is described where two oceans meet
but what if it is actually the place
where two oceans drift apart?

they are adjacent to each other
but they never mix
nature's tragic piece of art

maybe i got no time
to think of words that will rhyme

even if it's out of my system
to make an unrhymed poem,
i will write one for you.
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too tired to stay
only to be pushed away

too tired to exert effort
on people who doesn't know my worth

too tired to care
nothing left for myself to spare

and maybe like an unrhymed poem
your verses seemed like mayhem
but i still love them
every **** bit of them.

and maybe like a rhyming poem
i can never get you out of my system

God knows how hard i tried
but i'm tired

*in an attempt to make an unrhymed poem, i still wrote a rhyming one at the end.

why do people think
that when the prince and princess found each other
it's already a 'happy every after'?

oh, it can change in a blink
it's just the beginning of a chapter
of nothing lasts forever

this is not a fairytale
sometimes the prince that saved the princess
will put her into a greater mess

this is not a fairytale
sometimes it's the princess
who causes distress

he was your favorite poet
he touched you with all your favorite quotes
he held you with the perfect rhymes

but darling, you were just his outlet
you were just another poem that he wrote
words that he scribbled just to past the time

there stood the plaintiff
her eyes were filled with grief
she struggled to speak
too tired, too weak

o, believe me
judge and jury
hear out my plea
hear out my story
that man is a criminal!
he is worse than an animal!

he is guilty of robbery
he stole my heart with the threat of leaving me

he is guilty of fraud
a sly scoundrel we must all applaud
he is the master of fabrication
he has an outstanding skill in deception
he fed me with all the ******* he devised
with the most convincing lines and perfect lies

that man is a killer
he is guilty of ******
he did not use any weapon
but his words are poison
more lethal than a gun
more damage done
it did not pierced my skin but it crushed my soul
left my heart with a sempiternal hole
it was worse than the sharpest knife
i may still breathe but believe me, he took my life

and so came the lawyer
he stood for the defendant's answer*

he is not guilty of robbery
you gave your heart willingly
knowingly and voluntarily

he is not guilty of any form of deception
you were a fool from your own volition
you chose to believe
you were willing to be deceived
you knew the lies he always say
but you believed it anyway

this was neither a case of ******
it was not the fault of your lover
it was suicide
for you had the power to decide
you could just walk away
but you always chose to stay
you had the power
to leave your lover
to find another
you knew better
you are aware of love's diabolical scheme
you are a willing victim

o, believe me
judge and jury
won't you take my side?
isn't it love is a form of suicide?

what does it feel like to be loved back?
does it let you see rainbows when the weather's gloomy and black?
does it send butterflies and supernovas bursting inside you?
does it make the sky bluer than its usual hue?
what does it feel to have someone hold your hand?
does it take you to wonderland?
what does it feel like to have someone who misses you when you're gone?
does it light up and warm the darkest and coldest parts of you like the sun?
what does it feel like to be hugged by the one you love?
does it take you soaring way beyond the galaxies above?
all my life, my love's never reciprocated
all my life, my love's taken for granted
so tell me, what does it feel to be loved in a romantic kind of way?
will it make me write a better poem when it does come my way?

you are the poem etched in her heart but was never written
you are the song stuck in her head but was never sang
you are her favorite book but was never read

you are the i love you that was never spoken
you are her greatest secret
you will forever be left unsaid
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it's stupid that you don't want to reach out on things you want to hold
it's frustrating that the noblest feelings are always held back
it's disappointing that the greatest stories are willingly left untold

it ***** when the person you wanted to run to

... is the person you're running away from

we were made to break and fall back together

we were made to end then start all over

we were made to burn out then ignite another ember

a book meant to be torn to start a better chapter

it's my fault for seeing galaxies in your eyes
... not knowing that i was only one out of the thousand stars in it.

it's funny how you make me feel wanted and unwanted at the same time