on sundays, i feel like dying
on mondays, i don't
tuesdays, i feel like crying
wednesdays, my tears just won't

everyone thinks i'm fine
but it's okay, it's not a crime
to think that i am okay
because i seem "happy" everyday

on thursdays, i want to leave
fridays, i stay
saturdays, in vain, i believe
that sunday is far away

there is nothing
quite like death
to catch you off-guard
dead in your tracks
frozen
unsure of what to say --
or think
wonder if you should even breathe --
or cry

he looked at me with regret and asked,
"why are you crying, my dear?"
i sniffed, and told him politely
that he was the best thing
that ever happened to me

he then said, "please don't go"
and i told him sincerely
that i couldn't stay forever
but my love for him is eternal
just like his unspoken words

i then smiled,
"see you soon"
and that was when i had the courage
to catch the next bus,
only to find myself looking back out the window
at his epitaph

you’d think that he’d be right outside your door
when you need him the most
you’d think that when the rain pours the hardest your doorbell would ring
you’d think that he’d be holding the umbrella he forgot to return
you’d think that he’d run to you with open arms
you’d think that he’d kiss you time and time again because he was sorry
you’d think that everything would be alright
you’d think that he actually loved you
you’d realize, you’re wrong

what makes one fall in love?
is it the curves of her collarbones,
or the edges of her hips?

is it the way she throws her head back, laughing
or how she hides her face, crying?

is it her firm, undeniable confidence
or the way she cowers from her fears?

is it the way she whispers “i love you”
or the her never-ending arguments?

when are you going to admit to yourself
that it’s just the loneliness
seeping into your unguarded heart
at three in the morning?

like how the Sun hides from the Moon
so that he doesn’t burn her radiance
always leaving too soon --
the ever-tantalizing romance

like how the Sky kisses the Sea
only through heavy rain
separated by Time, never free
forever driving them insane

like how Life and Death
chase each other for eternities
away you take my breath
despite incompatible personalities

unexpected, although assuming
breathe, self -- he’s two feet away
and gazing at you
don’t look, don’t look, don’t look

heart pounding, walk past, stride gracefully
great job -- so far, so good
pretend you’re busy, smile
laugh if you must, do not look

i failed, he looked back
we caught each other
fixed eyes at one another
what is he thinking? should i smile?

tick tock tick -- the end