I'm reminded of 8 PM, you walked
that day maybe in mid-July.
With your hands buried in the pockets of your baggy jeans
and strolling behind you, I.
because to hold my hand was probably too much to ask for.
Refreshing sea breeze in my hair, such a beautiful evening,
with candle light burning in our eyes.
and I was watching you while you gazed at the crashing waves of the ocean; my voice only an interruption.
I can still relive that night when I think of it;
I dropped to the floor and cried till I broke.
I stretched out to lean onto you
but you were in my arms instead when I awoke.
I also faintly remember
burning matchsticks, *** and tears
and a blur picture of you stripping me bare
and as dawn illuminated the color of blush
on my neck and shoulders.
I also remember bowls of ramen noodles and PS. I love you
at 5' o clock in the morning.
But I also noticed how you turned your back and slept
after the cinema and the love making was over.

I'm letting go of him today.
I untangle my fingers from his hair
and lean back till I don't feel his eyelashes on my skin
I stay on these empty sheets, bare
dig him up till I feel hollow within.
I inch away enough to
free my lower lip from his subtle bite
try not to feel his warm breath on my neck
the sweet smell of downpour to get me through the night.
It feels like this moment is passing so slow
but it is only occurring from present to past
The tips of my hair hardly touching his chest
Honey, we can't make this moment last.

I'm floating on clouds of fantasy
I'm drowning in thoughts so deep
I'm hardly there in reality
I hardly can sleep.

She laid there midst the wrinkled sheets and untied scarf cuffs.

Even after those long hours of making love,
Love wasn't there enough.

Here I lay
With a heavy heart again.
And nostalgic melodies that makes me feel nothing.
And here I lay
In a sea of blanket
Only the music of this emptiness ringing.
Here I lay
Staring at my blurry blue ceiling
Till night breaks into day.
And counting the tears rolling down my cheek; the quiver in my breath,
Here I lay.

He decided to drop the knife from his wrist

and in that moment,
he found himself
Heaven.

Do you know what it is like
to sit in the darkness of a room
With only a shade of evening light
that is soon going to fade away...

It is soothing, the absence of light
and the finite minutes
of the piano playing on the radio