If I live in your heart
Do I exist in your mind?

You are a fickle paradise
I am not sure whether I want to be drunk on you Or high
You exist in seconds
My hours can't capture
Yet I can't stop chasing
For you are the notion of my rapture

Soft fluffy clouds against the turquoise blue
neon hues
it feels unreal
with you here
with me next to you

I don't write poetries not because I don't have words
I am harsh on myself
I am afraid I won't weave words that are
Aesthetic
That caress your heart
My poems are inadequate
Just like me
They don't speak to you
No matter how much I try
They won't strum your heart
So, I rather trap my words
in my mouth
And gulp it deep down
No words ever to be found.

Merry Christmas love
Here I greeted you at midnight
Just like I promised you
We planned to go to Seychelles
Because we both hate cold
The kind of cold that goes away
With layers of clothes
But you left me here with cold
That doesn't go away
With any amount of layering
But your arms
I wait at the doorway
like a kid waits for the Santa
But all I got this Christmas
is lies
and
a broken heart

He looks out of the window
to get the last glimpse of her
She is not the kind to stick to a place
he knew that
yet he fell
knowing very well
She would break his heart
but he would rather hurt than
not love her
at all.

Most of the time I think to drift
drift from things around me
only to have them in my
thoughts
even bleaker
kind of bleak
that makes me want to
break my bones
to make sure these thoughts don't exist
not even a little
not within me