I fall too fast,
too easily.
I get hurt just as
quickly and deeply
too.

-m.b

Sometimes it gets really bad
Up in my head.
And the questions start to hit;
Why this, now? Why me? Is it really worth it?

And the answer is always this:
Yes.

-m.b

Poetry** is me
in my rawest form.
You'll get to know all the deep
stuff about me. Secrets thrown
in carefully picked
symbols, analogies, words;
set in lines. I'm an open book.
All you have to do is read.
And listen. Cause all I do
is scream in poetry.
If you want the truth,
you'll know where to find me.

-m.b

Said I was done with you but I guess I lied.
Said I moved on but I guess I lied.
Said I wasn't jealous of her but I guess I lied.
Said I feel numb already but I guess I lied.
Said I was done looking for you but I guess I lied.
Said I won't take care of you anymore but I guess I lied.

The only thing I didn't lie about was
my worth. Cause I really do deserve better.

-m.b

Unrequited love unites
the lonely people*.
This is why I write.
People like you make me
want to write out
the frustration,
the hurt,
the longing.
So in a way,
thank you for the pain.

-m.b

It was great. The feeling of falling in love. The stories, secrets, goals we shared. The way we held hands while going on dates. It made us feel invincible, like it was just the two of us. I relished every moment we shared.

Then came the break up. I still couldn't get over it. I cry myself to sleep every **** night, asking the same things: How did it went wrong? Where did we started doing things differently? What did I do wrong, that made us broke off? What would happen if I were to turn back time, so we could start all over?

I'm a mess. I couldn't stop crying, bawling and thrashing around on my bed at night, clutching the soft toy you gave me to my chest and the next, throwing it against the wall. It hurts. Every time I try to take the first step to move on, it hurts. Like lava seeping from my feet and slowly to my whole body until I'm unable to breathe. The pain is there. And it burns like hell.

-m.b

Didn't think it'd
kick me this hard.

Now I'm lying here;
crying helpless tears.

What am I supposed to do
to get over you?

How is it possible
to be this happy and miserable?

-m.b

I have tried what I can to
fully love myself regardless
of how many boys who
I wanted to impress.

Truly, my love will come
but I've encountered
so many rejections. Am
I too much of a bother?

For once, I want someone
to look at me with adoration
in their eyes. Someone
who thinks my flaws are perfection.

I know I am worth so
much more. But it's hard
to believe in soul
mates when no one wants my heart.

-m.b

What I like about poetry
is all the depth of emotions it can carry.
How with every little poem I find,
the ghost of a friend would linger in my mind.
I would read in the present
but a memory from the past would bring something unpleasant.
Funny how words could affect me
like a thrashing tree,
caught in the whirlwind.
Violently shaking but my roots had me pinned.
But they're on the inside;
pain, joy, sadness, anger that I hide.
Then I find the guardian angels,
familiar in the pieces. These are the miracles
of how powerful poetry
can be. Touching emotions on a higher degree.

-m.b

This boy wears his heart on his sleeve;
Everyone could see what's inside.
He would look at you when you leave
but wouldn't say "Hi" like it's a law to abide.

This boy may seem confident
but he gets nervous easily.
His way of coping it is to dance
and speak so timidly.

This boy wears a mask;
I wonder what goes through his mind.
Not that I would ask.
He's readable but I don't want to know more.

-m.b

All my life I wished of
someone like you.
I never thought it'd
come true.
But here you are.
With flaws here
and there but
it's okay.
It's what makes you
human --- and real.
But life plays a cruel
game. You're here, yes.
But you're awestruck
just as I am,
but to another girl.
So now, a guy like you
is still out of reach for me.

-m.b

Her once jovial soul
is now so cold.
She used to have a booming voice
and laughed till tears gathered in her eyes.
But look at her now
looking around with a slight frown.
She used to be so lively
but now so moody.
Her once vivacious spirit
now she's tight-lipped.
Whatever made her changed so?
I wish I know.

-m.b

I'm just very tired
I really thought
It'll be over by now
But how
Can it when I'm
Often confused time
After time? I don't know.
I don't want it anymore.
I just want to feel right
Starting tonight

-m.b

You're like the sky; and I a fellow flower. I look up to you. Day and night, I watch as the Sun shines on all of us and stars twinkling until dawn comes and sweeps it away. I admire you from afar, among millions of other living things who tries to get your attention. I am lost in the fields and doubts that you'll ever notice my petals that I've groomed myself. As well as my silky leaves and tiny thorns. But let me tell you this; I've followed you for some time and I love you. You're incredible and always so breathtakingly beautiful. I wish you'd notice me some time soon.

-m.b

I deserve a guy like that;
a person so kind,
it radiates from within.
Lighting up his eyes and
so blinding
through his lips
when he smiles.

With careful, gentle hands
that touches you with caution,
so that you're always safe.
In short, I deserve a
nice guy (like him).

Cause bad boys will make your heart race,
but they'll never keep you safe.

-m.b

No wonder I hated you before.
I should've hated you still,
Should've held on to it more.
Cause now it's harder to heal.

-m.b

Have you ever heard the first few seconds of a song, no matter if you're listening to it for the first time or absentmindedly several times before but it would always make you feel good? It starts with this warm sensation in your heart then it spreads throughout your body, causing you to smile to yourself. Even though you don't know the title or the artist singing the song but you feel happy listening to it, as if you've heard it many times and it brings many happy memories. You just want to listen to that song for the rest of your life and you can't get tired of it. You'll always experience the same feelings of euphoria whenever it plays. That's how I want to feel with someone. To always feel happy and warm, never getting tired of them. I may not know every single thing about him but I'll always feel the same when I see or be with him.

-m.b

She said his name. Just one name. But her voice cracked and I don't think I've ever heard so much sadness in two syllables. How could just one word mean so much to a person? How could just one word be a name but it makes someone grieve so deeply? She looked so broken. Like her world just collapsed and there is no one to fix the disaster that is her.

-m.b

I am known to be a flirt
to everyone I'm close with
but I was once hurt
by someone; a thief.

I'll always say "I love you"
to people. It isn't a crime.
Because I really mean it, it's true.
Except for this one time.

I'll hug and I'll grab your hand,
tease and slide in pick up lines.
I hope you'll understand
that I'm not the type to stay on people's minds.

-m.b

There was silence.
And silence and silence and silence.
I could only meet you in my dreams.
Of your smile and you saying I'm okay.
Of me saying it's okay, you're forgiven.
We'd reunite and be happy again.
Then I'd wake up. Then there's silence.
There's silence and silence and silence.

-m.b

The light fell on you in a perfect way;
there isn't a day
where my love for you goes astray.
All our arguments, I kept at bay
so you wouldn't be the one that got away.

-m.b

I adore reading
because its stories
captivates me and
helps me escape reality.

I eat a lot
when I'm troubled.
So my worries
won't eat me alive.

I love singing.
I tend to make
my own songs because
life is dull and droning.

I like to write.
I have more
to tell in fiction
than what goes on daily.

I dislike talking.
The chattering voices in my head
makes up more than what comes out of my mouth.

I prefer to sleep.
I'm more awake
with my eyes closed
and my dreams are more realistic.

-m.b

The gnawing pain in your abdomen,
the quick beating of your heart,
worrying thoughts in your brain;
taunting you from the start.

Breaking out in cold sweat,
with the tightness in your chest.
No patience for chit chat
when you're at your worst.

Your cheeks feel like it's burning,
your throat constricts.
Feel that? Your stomach churning
as you start to feel really sick.

Your muscles, they've grown stiff
as you're paralyzed.
You want to, but you can't leave.
They say "It's okay," as they feed you more lies.

-m.b

I have never experienced snow but it might as well be winter right now. Usually when the bad days come, I like to think of it as the raining season. Self loathe, doubt, worthlessness and sadness raining on me. Pouring heavily on every inch of my body. It floods my mind and I swim in the ocean of sadness. But this time it isn't just me. There's you, Ice Prince. How could I have thought you were cool? I should've known you were too beautiful, it can't be real. I should've known the iciness in your pitch black heart. I wasn't entirely wrong, though. You did have mercy. As I was floating in the waters to see you, I thought you could help me. You looked into my soul and placed a hand into the water. I expected warm hands but shocking jolts of ice sparked through. Surprised, it was too late for me to realize that you caused my ocean to freeze over. I am all but frozen in place as I watch you walk away. The ghost of you lingers still. You are frozen with your hand still in the water. We locked eyes and I am forced to look at you in all your iced glory. Afraid to move because you might break and I'll have nothing left to look at.

-m.b

She was quiet. I never knew she had so much on her shoulders. All the hurt and aggravation she carried around. So I was shocked when she confessed how she felt all this time. She's a quiet, ticking bomb that was waiting to explode. The things she told me scared me. I have no right to interfere and I'm scared where she kept so safely hidden from the world. It's massively terrifying.

-m.b

I'm so sleepy, I'm so sleepy;
Tuck me in and sing me a lullaby.
Hold me in your arms
and rock me back and forth.
I need you to blow on my head
as we huddle together on this bed.
"Look at the stars and moon,"
you said as the moonlight streamed into my room.
"We'll escape at least for tonight,
before they bring us tomorrow's fright."
I whimpered at the thought
and snuggled closer to you.
You're my favorite planet
and you're all I need.
So come closer and comfort me.
I need a night's worth of luxury
before I wake up at dawn
with a heavy realization that you're long gone.

-m.b

Heavy rain,
Heavy breathing.
What is this pain
I am feeling?

Is it being in your presence
But I couldn't call you mine?

-m.b

Rocky*. Everything is rocky.
Waves are crashing below,
The birds, they want to help me.
Oh, my spirits are low.

The ground is slippery;
I'm trying to stand on my own.
Will you be my Calla lily?
In all of your magnificence and
beauty.

I could have chosen a better path
but my heart calls your name.
As thunder shook, I laughed
because you and I, we're insane.

-m.b

I was too sad, with everything that had an ingredient of sorrow thrown at me.
I was too vulnerable, when you swept in and uttered sweet words.
I was too naive, and believed all your make believe stories that I've dreamed of and you said them all.
I was too clingy, the next day when you left with no news of what happened last night.
I was too shell-shocked, when you told me you don't feel the same way and I'd better move on.
I was too lovesick, to let you go so I gave you a song of mine, which I've never done before.
I was too touched, when my friend gave me words of reassurance that was so beautiful, I cried like a fool.
I was too mad, when you wanted me back after reading the lyrics and apologized then begged me to stay.
I was too confused, when you tried to win me back and said all those nice things.
I was too stupid*, *to actually get involved with such a sweet talker that wrecked me emotionally.

-m.b

You said you were glad to be a part of my life
but did you really?

You said you didn't care about my weight
but did you really?

You said you loved my voice
but did you really?

You said you wanted to hear it everyday
but did you really?

You said you wanted to meet me
but did you really?

You said you were concerned about me
but did you really?

You said you loved me too
but did you really?

-m.b

You don't need to be in a relationship to be happy
You don't need to lose weight to feel beautiful
You don't need a man to love yourself
You don't need a thousand followers to boost your confidence
You don't need 200 friends to stop yourself from feeling lonely
You don't need to listen to a certain genre of music to appear cool
You don't need other people's opinions to stop yourself from doing things you love
You don't need anyone to save you
You are your own hero
You can get through anything
You are amazing.

-m.b

Take a moment to think back on all the things that you've accomplished. Like smiling at a stranger even though you are scared of people. Of not stumbling over words when someone asks you a question. When people say you've made their day. Or even small self satisfactory moments in your life. Think of that. Know that your life isn't "empty" or "hopeless". Be proud of yourself, of every little thing that you've done. You're here for a reason and you are important.

-m.b

Enthralled by the mesmerizing pair of pale blue eyes that belong to you. Your beautiful, long fingers that I love and obsess over a little too much. Your peals of laughter strums my heart and I love every single detail of your appearance.

-m.b

At the mere thought of you, I go hungry as I crave for your undividable attention. I long to bask in the warmth of your presence. That tingly feeling of giddiness and lust mixed together as we make physical contact and when our fingers lace together, intertwine. All the joy in the world wash over me in a serene yet so powerful waves, pounding over and over, until I feel exhilarated. Your flaws are perfect to my eyes and I've never loved anyone like this, except for you.

-m.b

Looking at my friends; I could imagine them growing old, getting married and having kids. But somehow I couldn't picture you being that way. You're like my favorite fictional character; never growing old. Even if you do, I couldn't stand the thought of seeing you marry someone else, be someone's husband and dad. It hurts a lot to think that you're not mine. You're all I ever wanted, now could you please look in my direction and get into your head that I'm the one you need? That I'm the one who will love you with every cell and molecule of my being?

-m.b

I had a bittersweet dream.
An illusion of thee;
with flawless complexion.
An undying need of closeness;
in thy arms of heaven.
To be lost in thine arms of another realm;
forever gone in blissful infinity.
Be that as may,
I cried in despair
so long as there are contact,
thou disappeared
like sand slipping through my fingers.
I awoke, wailing;
as though I've lost a part of me.
True, that might be.

-m.b

I am quiet, with deafening thoughts in my head;
Slowly succumbing to insanity.
I am hurt, with all the slashes of lies that I thought were reassuring words. I had foolishly stood in front of it, with open arms.
I am angry, with people who fed me with false hopes when I was so vulnerable.
I am cynical, with the previous events that all led to disappointments. Landing on top of each other like stacks of paper.
I am lonely, with all the time I've spent alone. My visitors are much too busy.
I am sad, with happy news that breathes around me but would never approach me.
I am unworthy, with all my flaws to stay on people's minds. I am merely a speck of dust.
I am tired, with sorrow perched on my shoulder, bringing me down with its weight.
I am empty, with guilt consuming me whole, chipping away my everything.
I am hopeless*, *with everything dashing through, I never shook myself from all the negativity that dragged me, to pull myself up to join the world.
I was too busy wallowing in self pity.

-m.b

I wish I could stroke your hair and make it alright;
Tell you a joke and then we'll laugh.
I'd do just about anything to see you smile;
Even if it's just for a while.
It hurts to see you in so much pain;
Feels like I'm to blame.
Even though it has nothing to do with me;
My heart still bleeds.
Wish I could take your sadness away;
Good God, you're in so much despair.
All I want is for you to be happy;
Even if I'm left alone, broken/

-m.b

It hurts; looking at your pictures. It hurts; reading our old conversations. It hurts; looking at or hearing your name. I don't know why it hurts but it does. To be honest, I don't even know you but I do. It's weird. I can guess how you feel by the way you talk but I know that if we were to meet, I would see a complete stranger. All I'm saying is I'm tired of longing, of wanting, of swaying between staying and letting go and of hurting. So much pain and sadness. I want it to end but my feelings for you lingers still. I can't chop it off completely. Not when it's nestled deep inside me for a long time.

-m.b

Funny how we met and connected. We became friends and slowly seeped into each others' hearts when we opened the book of emotions. Suddenly it was just the two of us. We found out about our hidden emotions that we kept from people around us. It's like we were meant to unfold each others' personality to see what's inside our very souls. The odd thing is, it's always just the two of us, never to let anyone else to interfere. We could never let each other see anyone else. No one is good enough for you and for me. Except each other. It's always been us. No one could take your place and none could take mine. Yet you're too stubborn to admit it out loud; that we want and need each other. When will we ever give in?

-m.b

I can't wait to be in my own space again. With curtains drawn, basking the room with a yellow glow against cool blue walls. Lying on cloud-like pillows, wrapped in familiar scented blanket that pulls me to slumber since I was younger. Nothing but the silent hum of air-conditioning, my steady breathing and thumping of my heart beat. No loud TV, no whining and arguing in the morning, no foul smelling conditions. Just clean, quiet, familiar room with my own thoughts running in my mind.

-m.b