I am just a little star in your horizon It's enough to see you glance at me once in a while But then I craved and I yearned Now I don't want to be just a tiny star I want to be big enough to be the one you want and close enough for you notice when gone, *I want to be the sun
I'll treat the lines of your hands as road maps; your fingerprints as busy intersections
I wanna get lost in every corner of your body exploring ‘til I see darkness and cobwebs on the insides of your ribcage
I wanna see every broken piece of your heart; and mend them together, one by one, slowly and surely
I wanna get lost in your mind and hear your every thought Your opinions, your dreams, your frustrations, and your sweet pillow talk (I bet they’ll all be fascinating and depressing at the same time)
I’ll stay at the corners of your mouth Your lips will be my pillow and bed, your words will be my bedtime stories
I wanna memorize your scars, and examine them I’ll figure out everything behind every mark, and know how they made you stronger
Your clavicle will be my resting place after I travel through your veins
I’ll spend a week looking in your eyes, determining whether they’re black or a hue of dark hazelnut
I will travel along the lines of your face, and observe how these lines wiggle as you smile, or frown, or cry
I’ll climb to the bridge of your nose, and be amazed to see everything clearly
I’ll drop by your liver and comfort it every time you gulp a six pack beer
I’ll pass by your lungs and clean it after you finish a pack of cigars
I’ll protect you I’ll accept everything that you are
It will take me forever to know every tiny detail of your body, but I’m gonna love it I am sure because *I don't mind getting lost as long as it's in you
I asked for a shooting star You, yourself, are a meteor shower
Ironic how you giving too much does not suffice Maybe I have heard too much of the theory that happened near the Gulf of Mexico, that one which made all the dinosaurs extinct
I looked up and see the wonders of the night half expecting that answers will just be in sight though I knew from the start that there's nothing there but still darkness and sparkles of light
Sometimes what you need is not something you can have nor gain. Sometimes what you need is a brief moment of nothing, a comma in a very long sentence, a pause in a long argument, a moment of silence..to hear nothing, see nothing, be nothing.
My watched stopped ticking the day we met again, and I swear I could hear your heartbeat even from meters away. How long has it been? God, I missed your face. I almost forgot how beautiful you were. You were even more beautiful than the day I lost you.
Time stood still I stepped closer. I reached for a hug, ...you let me.
My broken watch was the closest to forever I could ever be. Your heartbeat was the closest to heaven I would ever be.
I hope you find the love you deserve - The kind of love that makes every atom in your body feel adored, the kind of love that makes life worth living, the kind of love that greets you good morning and always awake; and kisses you good night but never sleeps, the kind of love that makes you enjoy the rain and dance under the stars never worrying about catching a cold because this kind of love also provides you warmth. I hope you find love, and if it's taking too long... I hope it finds you.
You see, the hardest thing to endure when you lose someone is not the part where you see him walking away or running even; it's not her shutting the door closed or shouting at you begging to let her go. If anything else, I think that's the end of it.
For the longest time, I thought one only loses someone when they finally got away from each other. Who could've thought that even if we're centimeters apart, and even if my arms are wrapped around you... I still lost you.
I still recall the first time I lost you.
I lost you the moment I looked into your eyes expecting them to shine but all I got were empty glances. The reflection I saw was not at all about me, it's you I see, and I see you're not happy. I lost you the moment I asked about your plans and you kept talking about how you wanted to see the world and make a difference and not even once did you use the word "we". I lost you the moment I tried to write you letters only to find them underneath your pillowcase, sealed, unopened, unread.
I lose you every time I try to gain you back and the hardest thing about losing someone who forced themselves to stay... *is continuously losing them every day.
The last petal fell The magic did fade away But the beast remained the beast And everyone remained still
The clock struck midnight The glass shoe broke She, the mysterious girl, was never found again
And our story starts It's past midnight The magic faded a long time ago But unlike those mushy fairy tales We didn't have a curse to break *So we broke our hearts instead
I will keep on writing until I run out of words until I run out of thoughts I will keep on writing until I can no longer write your name I will keep on writing until I can forget like how you did or like what you're doing
I will keep on writing until I can no longer feel whatever it is you made me feel I will keep on writing until I can no longer read the words you have written that I've assumed are for me
I will keep on writing I will write you away I will write the pain away
I will keep on writing until my heart accepts until these what ifs stop until these maybes disappear
I will keep on writing until I can no longer write about you about us about how much about how late about how about what about when about why
I will keep on writing until I can finally put the period that would end everything
I will keep on writing until I stop and when I do stop you'll know that even though it was so hard for me I no longer, nor will ever write again for you
The moon doesn't have a dark side. Hence just because you don't see something doesn't mean it's bad; just because you don't see it doesn't mean it hides.
all it took were two hands two bottles gulped two stomachs with nothing but butterflies two trapped hearts two lonely souls a hug a tight one another one a gaze a warm gaze a soft touch a soft voice telling me to just look at the stars when there's none and pretend that cranes were giraffes looking after the city and a kiss on a forehead we both know we're trapped but we pretended
you told me you were home and i couldn't get any happier for you step by step you were recovering yourself and step by step you made me lose mine
and time's up we had to part ways but whatever chance we had, we took whatever it took, we did and another kiss closer closer your hugs were tighter closer
And like any other phenomena They were curious about her "How does she start? Where does she end?" "What is she made of?" "When does she fade?" Wrote myths and tales about her "On her edges, there are pots of gold." "And these pots of gold, they are guarded by trolls."
But they cannot figure her out Like a rainbow on a rainy afternoon before they even get to know her, she was gone
This war is not a cleanse, Red is not the color of water*
He promised a bloodbath, he delivers Blood in his hands, he waves His men with guns, in rage All those against him: a huge price they paid
and if you still think this is normal, if you still think this is for the common good, you are part of the war you are the weapon you are the gun
the gun that killed innocent lives and called it "collateral damage", the gun that pushed cops to **** lives to meet their quota, the gun that went from one hand to another to another and was finally kept hidden by the man on the chair
"How well would you sleep tonight?" "Brother, why do you have blood on your hands?"
I think I will always remember how your hands fit in mine how your hugs forced my broken pieces to fit how your words, our words, seemed to rhyme how your kisses blew the pain away
I think I will always remember how happy we made each other feel
I think I will always remember how we chose to be right
I think what will always stay with me is how easily you have let go
Hold your head up, love The waves, they crash The raindrops fall It’s okay for you to stumble Yet the tides rest The storm ends Get on your feet, do your best
that's the thing about endings whether you see it coming or you don't it doesn't matter
one day upon waking up you realize nothing's the same, everything has changed and you're hurting
you have woken up either sore from relief - like as if a splinter has finally been removed out of your finger - or sore from a wound you thought has been healed but got infected which, i dont know
two things you'll be left with: (1) memories no one can ever replace and (2) scars no one can ever erase
She paints smiles on people's faces But she can't paint one for herself
Day by day, she tries Everyday, she fails
Until she came up with an idea of painting her last canvas She wants it to be memorable and so she did it
Not with a brush, but with a razor Not on a paper, but on her wrist And the colors were not pastels nor watercolors, but it was red. It was blood. And it spilled Til it was too much.
True enough, her masterpiece was remembered It was seen as a symbol of sin by some, some say it's simply tragic some try to understand --and for her that's art-- Something that tells a story sad and beautiful at the same time
*The painter wanted to be a masterpiece And so she became one
She's the ocean, people describe her as color blue. But she is not just one color: she's cyan, and turquoise, navy blue, and white. She's green and blue-green and sometimes brown. She's a spectrum of a lot of colors.
She's the ocean, people describe her tides as low and high, shallow and deep; but she isn't just about the extremes, her range cannot be measured by just how she looks like.
She's the ocean, she can tear you apart and drown you when she's angry; but she can also help you sail to safety.
All these I know because I fell in love with her, but I have a lot to learn. *She's the ocean, a lot of parts still unknown.