gun. a shiny .45s gun, running through my fingers
never once in my life, or even if my dreams;
that i’ve imagined of myself holding it,
“Shoot. To my temple.”
my mind, and life’s never been easy;
as so my death
she held up my chin, and whispered.
“Stop. The doctors are coming for you,
Okay?”


and everything becomes crazy and hazy again.

adore the moon, the stars and the night;
wherein they hear your deepest wishes
your wishful thoughts to become true
and they feel your longing in between
that not everyone about you;


do know and apprehend.

they say
that the sea is your calming pill
it will sooth the deepest pits of yours
and they say
there’s no anyone
skilled sailor in a smooth sea
if that’s the case, can I be the one?
to sail your waves, to change your tides
to embrace your loving breeze and shores
and to make your monotonous fall
the heartbeat of my heart?
let me surf with your changing moods
let me tame your surging oceans and sea
let me kiss your shoreline
I promise;
I’ll be the diver in between of your walls,
your mask will turn into smiles and sunshine.
I’ll preserve your heart with my love
and passion to keep you with me.
always.

I write stories about love;
while you are there to read them.
I smell hard copies of bondpapers and graphite;
While your eyes were fixed on digital graphics
I’m obsessed on taking pictures;
While you are already contented by them on mind.
One day, Cupid take his role and
Our hidden strings started to connect
No one could explain the things behind this magic;
The love we both feel and its extremities--
The uncertainties despite of each other’s promises
Without our names, who are we?
Are we that Ying and Yang that are meant to be?
Or the typical love stories
Sweet, steamy, and paradise at first;
But bitter, regretting, and painful at the end?