Forget I love.
Love, I forget.

I placed a
"We're closed" sign
over my heart

It weighed on it
b
U
t

It's about time
we do some
spring cleaning

For us,  
we get the hand* of it
&
we get the hang* of others

(MELT x LOCK) DOWN

A man of few words
but
loud notes

I have come to accept
that a writer who
creates on paper
is not the same person
who walks on Earth

Why are you still dressed
when I am fully naked in front of you?

The mind was always background noise
in a soundtrack played by the beats of one's heart
with lyrics from conversations
inspiration from hyperventilation
and palpitations

Here's to the
"relate"
in
relationships

I heard a song
and it made me want to fall in love
to jump into
the unknown
where my lover and I
are poisoned
with chemicals
that dilate our pupils
increase our heart rate
paint the world a better hue
reach ultimate euphoria
and ****** to a mental state
out of this world

It could be for a minute, a day, a year
maybe forever
It could be a passing thing,
a misunderstood stare,
a "I wanted to tell you but I never did" moment
It could be now, him, her? You?
It could be in 20 years, or - 10 years?
It could be waiting for you, just when you leave work today?
across the street, waiting for the elevator, tomorrow morning,
It could be in a different country?
It could be...
but a heart misses a feeling
just like the body misses a touch
and the mind a soulmate

I tend to question niceness
for I always met it
dressed in something more like
slyness

It's not what is left
it's what's meant to be
right?

This is a mental battle
I wish I can drown in *****