i love you





















from the stars and back
















but you don't know

i hope one day i can say this
to my other half-
everybody has their own story,
i just happen to find yours
more intriguing

just saying though,
it's not as if I can escape the curse
of singleness :>

everytime I'm with other people,
I get reminded of how talentless I am-
they're all ******* shining stars,
while I'm one of those that are glow-less,
tucked away in a lil corner.
maybe I'm born in the wrong era,
maybe I'll be talented in another day.
maybe, just maybe, I'm famous in a parallel universe.
but they're all 'maybes'
isn't it time to give up?

it's as if he's looking at me
but I know he's looking past me
so I just try my best
to ignore his presence

it's as if he's staring into my eyes
but I know he's staring at my insecurities
so I break our eye contact
knowing it'll break my heart

it's as if he's observing me
but I know he's copying my homework
so I continue doing my work
even though it hurts

it's just a one sided crush,
after all </3

is it wrong to want a bit of attention?
all I want
is a unique kind of connection
where I'm the only one in their eyes
eyes that are filled with dedication
towards me and me only
I wish somebody could give me a redirection
because I'm starting to feel selfish
and that's becoming a distraction
to my insecure lil brain
so I guess I'll just wait for my destruction
as I wonder what it takes
to not worry about my emotions
just to feel okay to feel selfish
with not even one restriction

Her: I have a confession...
Him: what kind of confession...?
Her: I tried to **** myself.
Him: at what time...?
Her: last night at midnight.
Him: that's nice. we attempted at the same time.
Her: ...
Him: let's meet up the next time you feel low, hmm?
The thing is, he didn't try to commit suicide.

my tissue is stained with red blotches
it's only two cuts though.
not a biggie and didn't hurt much.
I just blow
away the redness on my wrist
and smell the metallic scent.
kinda refreshing if you ask me.