tired of trying,
trying to be a better me,
trying to be someone I’m not,
wanting to be accepted.
craving for sense of belongingness.
always feeling empty.
there’s always a hole in me.
a lost identity for the society.
ain’t asking for much,
I don’t really want attention.
just wanted to know,
do I really exist?
**or am I just another fiction?

capture moments
           save memories
                 value what you have
                       next second it’ll vanish
                             everything is temporary
                                   forever is just a word

fascinated,
wanting to be mine.
grab it — and it’ll be gone.
untouched,
forbidden to be trailed

one moment,
you’re amaze.
as soon as you have it,
it’s gone.

and I still do
even it seems hopeless
even it caused no good
I still do love you,
I can’t stop myself from loving you
even when I want to

Late night conversations about sweet nothings,
I feel as though he is just -something,
Something so goofy and unique,
I smile from ear to ear as he speaks,
I stay up almost the entire night and day,
It would be easier if he were to be next to me and stay,
He says we practically read each others' minds -telepathy,
I can go on and on about his sympathy,
We make funny faces all the time,
He is what I call  -a dime,
Not a dime's worth nor it's size,
It's quirkiness and shine,
And to end this poem is hard - just in a few lines,
His eyes and smile fill the room with light,
There is not one thing I regret from these,
*-These sleepless nights.

late night talks,
       silly conversations,
sweet moments,
     endless promises,
         tight caress,
  passionate kisses,

         g
            o
               n
                  e

      where did it go?
    what happened to us?
       where are we now?
    do we still have that “us”

     why are you drifting
             a   w   a   y
       from                   me?