We were too focused on the uncertainties,  we have forgotten how it felt to be sure.

I'm afraid that one day I will no longer remember the way you walk or the way you eat, or the way you write, the way you speak, or the way you tilt your head when you look at me, even the way you make your eyebrows meet. Or how you pull me closer, or hold my hands, or smell my hair, even the way it makes you jokingly wanna puke.

I'm afraid that one day I will no longer remember the taste of your lips, the shape of your face, the smell of your skin, the sound of your voice, the texture of your palms, the places of your scars, or moles, or your calluses.

I'm afraid that one day I will forget everything that matters..
*But the thing I fear the most is having to wake up one day
and feel forgotten.. by you.

No matter heavy the world weighs,
I will carry it for you.

You have
silenced my demons;

Now you're one of them

And in the end
It's not about how you feel
that matters

It's what you intend to do

The good thing about being lost is you have the chance of being found.

Your words are beautifully crafted
When I hear you speak, I feel home

Then here I am, always stuttering
like pebbles from big boulders, I crumble

I ain't even good enough to finish this poem

You'll always be the dream
that wakes me up at night

The earth is a messy place
and the monsters I fear are familiar faces. But no matter how scary the world is, it's bearable because of you.

You are my courage.

the ringing sound we hear
when everything was silent
became her music

the red spot we see
when everything was pitched black
became the only color she sees

she lived in a world
where nothingness
was everything that surrounded her

she lived in a way
we all called as dying

why am i
so afraid
to see you

when i
have already
rehearsed
this day
a million times

maybe i
just can't believe
how quickly
we drifted apart

this time
last week
we were
so full
of life

from that day
forward
we never really
saw
it coming
(or did we)

but we did
we did
we did

*we died

Everything
matters
less
after
you
wake
up

I wish I could save you from falling apart.

"Five years of friendship, I don't think I have seen you cried."

"I honestly don't remember the last time I cried."

"That's a good thing then?"

"No. My tears are all dried up."

They will always be
what they already are

He is her constant
She is his always

Yet no matter how lovely
these words sound,
always means a lifetime
and constant means *nothing more

Like a lion crying for a mouse's rescue
or a caged bird seeking for the sky,
I need you

Like a shore that dries up without the ocean
or the moon longing for the glimpse of the sun,
I miss you

Like a star I spent the night wide awake
searching for the right metaphor to say
but in the end I cannot conclude
for nothing compares
to
how
much
*I love you

I am a newly ironed chiffon dress and you are the stubborn wrinkle around the beaded detail. No matter how hard I try, I can't get rid of you.

You are the rain that comes and goes
and I am the girl in the yellow dress running for shelter, soaking wet and always unready. I didn't bring an umbrella that day. I hardly ever do, little did I know I was meant to bump into you.

You were the storm that wanted everything else to be damaged
but for some reason, you cannot destroy me; I was the little kid  enjoying the storm as I dance to every beat of your thunder's roar

You wanted to be unpredictable so you can startle me, hence you came crashing the sky in broad daylight, but that too did not catch me off guard

You are the rain that comes and goes and I am the girl that stood still

She makes everyone feel a whole spectrum of colors, too bad he's color blind.