scraped my knees
again.
streaks of crimson
on my skin marred,
no stranger to scars.
another artwork to my collection
this body is a museum of memories.

i'm both crying and smiling.

the sweet sting
is a souvenir from the time
we danced
to the beat of our hearts,
we swam
in radiant sunshine,
we chased
each other so fast that
we flew
too high,
we crashed
too ******* the ground.

the pain is great
but still,
that is
no
match
to the times that we had
and my love for you.

in this world that keeps spinning
too fast, i keep
on forgetting how to stand on my feet.
the cold concrete always kissing
my bruised knees.

in this world that keeps fading
ever so slightly, i can't
even notice
the bright and brilliant of today
become the black holes of tomorrow.

in this world that keep leaving
things behind: no turning back,
not even a glance.
how do you even
make them stay in place?

in this world that keeps changing

You
remain
constant,
the only One that stays the same.

steady
through whatever
storm or quake.
relentlessly unrelenting.
Master of time:
every era, every age.
forever faithful.

constant.
here to stay.

I.
cold knees.
my thoughts got tangled on your fingertips.
i've been tucking you in the dark creases of my mind.
II.
i'm stuck gazing upon you,
or at least what is left of you. at least.
III.
every sigh you breathe out joins the cold air.
IV.
your eyes holds an ocean of regrets.
your war cry is music to me.
V.
my love for your is a logical fallacy.
and I
put the "art" in breaking hearts.
knotting heartstrings into pretty bows:
bows for the locks of my hair
but possibly also for arrows.
VI.
be the cure that is contagious.
i think my sickness
is just over-diagnosing myself.