I am a poet
I take in the world
I appreciate the constellations
I breathe in the scent of rain
I remember the way your soft lips
linger a little longer on my neck
I still feel your hands at my back
pulling me closer to you ever so slowly
The way you kiss my nose
I could write endlessly
What are you?
You are my poetry

They say that there are a lot of ways to die;
Smoke a cigarette daily,
You will die ten years early.
Drink alcohol daily,
You will die thirty years early.
Love someone who doesn't love you back,
You will die daily.
The last option is the worst
Yet most effective
The pain is unbearable
You will not even have a choice
But to do the latter
To become numb if you suppose.

Being the most beautiful girl
in your eyes
is enough

I want to fall in love
Like it is a rare thing
I want to start out raw
Like a beautiful beginning
I could have lost it all to you
We could have embraced it all
But we never found our ways
To each other we were not drawn

I thought that you will be the one
And I believed that you will be
Every moment I spent with you
felt like everything is possible by faith

I held on to that delusion
Never realized that I was wrong
I let you plant kisses on me
Which bloomed every then and on

Everything has fade away,
and all that matters
is the person I am holding on to,
and that is you.
I cherished that moment
I loved the world we shared

Time has gone by  
I felt you slipping away
The kisses are wilting
Our sky is turning grey

Giving a last shout into the void
'I love you' I have said,
likewise you have answered.
It drew a smile on my face
But deep down I know it will be the end

How fast just like summer you came,
You left in the first drizzle of rain.

(I) will never talk to you again
You (still) don't get it, do you?
I don't (love) you anymore
I need (you) to go away
(Please) leave me be!

When you kissed me,
it was a dream (come) true.
But those memories are long ago forgotten
So here I am at your doorstep,
handing (back) your books.

We are complete
We always are
But every once in a while
We lose a part of our soul,
Of our body, of our mind
To someone
We thought we need essentially.
So when they leave
We hope they come back
Eventually

You never talked to me that much,
And we're not even that close,
Yet you have observed me
Like an open book,
And gave me letters.
I still remember the time
When I seemed to be
Going out of my mind,
And things have gone out of hand
I just found a piece of paper
On my desk with;
Words so soothing
Like a cold wash of relief
Words so soft like a cotton
And your name,
Lousily scrawled at the bottom

Since he have left,
Her skin have become sallow
Her eyes hasn't seem to glow
Her mind have turned shallow
And her world
Had begun to slow

Shower — the place where I seem
To miss you most

A little girl
Has once said
'I wanted to be happy'
I looked deep into her eyes
Saw the world she has imagined
Far from reality
Different from this cruel world
'Don't we all?'
I whispered