Run.
Safeguard your heart.
Dont fall again, please.
It will just **** you.

"Why did you leave?",* they asked.
I just wore a smile and threw a question back,
"Will you still stay if youre no longer happy with what youre doing?"


Sometimes we think that doing what makes you happy really makes you happy. No, no. Youre wrong, man.
I thought being a part of that publication was my dream. Well, maybe it was. Ive been through ups and downs & I almost hang myself on the ceiling just to be part of it. But later I realized, sometimes what makes you happy can hurt you in the least possible way you know how. And that thing could actually **** you.


**And it killed me.

The rain fell so hard
And my eyes can barely hold back my tears
I realized sky's like me.
It can't contain the heaviness it has inside.
So it bleeds itself dry.

"Im home"**

Said she.
I wore my typical smile.
I was happy for her
Not because she's home
But because she knew where her home was.


While I,
Im still figuring out where home is,
Is it a place with beds and comforters?
Somewhere you can rest?
Or a person with hazel eyes and a heartbeat?
Someone you can feel loved?

It's been months
since the last day we talked
How are you?
Arent you missing me?

Oh, I forgot.
You have someone new.
How is she?
Is she treating you well?

I hope she loves you
More than the way I loved you.
Even if you left me.
I still do.

If I were a song, I'd tell you to play me on repeat.
If I were a movie, I want you to watch me every night till you feel sleepy.
If I were a pen, I'll let you to empty my soul for you to quench your thoughts.
If I were a bird, I'll let you stay at my back for you to see how beautiful life is.
If I were a blanket, I'll always keep you warm and assure you that there are no monsters on your bed.
If I were a dream, I'll take you to the place where you can be the star.
If I were a spaceship, I'll let you travel the outer space and find yourself.


And
If I were a poem, I want you to remember me.
Keep me in your mind.
Lock me in your heart.
Because If I were a poem...
I am this poem
*that'll always wish to be something significant for you

I held my pen so tight.
I squeeze my mind till it bleeds.
I emptied my heart.
I freed myself from pain.


I want to shout.
     I want to hurt others' feelings.
            I want to vociferate.
                  I want you to notice me.
                          Somehow.