Forever with her is just a second
And yet it still falls short

My love for Juliet cannot be measured
As it knows no bounds

I love you
I love the way you'd look at me, filled with warmth
I love every waking second I'd see you
I love the way you'd skip your feet when you're excited or just the giddiness of your laughs

You would have been my soulmate, my beloved, my life, if.
If I had the chance to meet you
I am still not sure if you are real
I write, think, shout, say the words
But I have never really been successful
Once I tried, the second I almost did and the third let's not even go there

And although others have faced worst
I have become tired
But then I again I still love you
And I will keep searching
Until I

A letter that speaks volumes:

"K."

It is easy to lose yourself
When there is nothing left for you to lose

All I need
is the lullaby of your
*hearbeat

Minutes, Hours, Days, Weeks, Years
And not a moment did I ever stop adoring you

We are fickle beings
We do not know what we truly want
And that's why we crave for everything

I'd compare you to every youtuber I've subscribed with
The ads are all worth it

It brings out the best in you and yet it also brings out the worst
Guess.

This little square area
With its books and scattered stereo tapes
Where only one person could fit
This is my happy space

Practice makes perfect and yet we find we strive to improve.

What happens when you have become perfect?

We ask ourselves why we don't have the things we want
When rather we should ask how we can obtain it

If you wanna half-*** everything in your life
Then don't expect to get anymore than that

You are the wind
It's always something new when you are around
Be it a warm breeze or a cold whisper
That's why I never get tired of you
But I can't be attached
No, I won't be attached
Cuz as the saying goes
The wind can never be caught

One time you asked
"From the almost five years I have met you, I never really did see you cry, didn't I?"
I replied
"Yeah, my tears have all dried up"

I really hate liars
Ergo I hate myself

To love a poet is to love a poem
Everything's figurative

*humor me

You have become a constant
And I'm falling for you constantly

Do you know why humans
don't have wings?
    It's because they can already reach
high places
on their own

YOU
Yes you who is reading this
Do I look like I'm talking to that person behind you, nope
I just want you to know that
Everything is gonna be okay
Tomorrow will be another day
There are gonna be bumps and ****** disappointment
But you gotta stay tough
Fight, enjoy, smile, LIVE
Never give up.

*to anyone who needs it