Thought I'd be happy
settling as petals
when flowers bloom
humans would love
but all hands wicked
they pick and let me wither
and so I'm always left
to lament all my deaths.

Thought I'd be happy
living as a vibrant leaf
in winds I sway
to humans I am life
but gravity can't be defied
I had no choice
but to let all go
and so with rocks I'd lay
and learned to take a rest.

northern lights
ice from my pockets
embracing coldness
love sprouts within.

She loves like poems
and stars and moon-
grandeur, finest, calm

But he's an ocean,
lightnings and thunders-
chaotic, loud, ******.

Both unwilling to change
but in tides and trenches
they meet.

I love him
like I used to love
sunshine
despite being
a rainmaker.

I love him
like how dandelions bloom
only to be blown by winds.

I love him
that I forgot
how footsteps strike
straight to pain
when it sounds
like fading

and fading

and fading

Glass do break
when it kisses ground
but not all
shattered pieces
would stay at surface
for life.

That's how gravity
rules the earth;
that's how love
invades hearts.