I fell
for you
         \
           \
             \
               \
                 \
                   \
    
                       and reached
                       this empty grey spot.
              

                       I fell for you &
                       lost a part
                       of m-y-s-e-l-f within
                       that fall too.

maybe it's time
to say goodbye
as much as I know
you'd hate that.
maybe time w i l l
bring us again together
another day
another place
with another
version of us too.

you taught me
how to look
at things beautifully.
and you've called
me that too a number
of times.
       &
then one
day you left
me all alone.
since I was no
longer y o u r
type of beautiful.

As her
legs dangle
in the moon lit
water

she sits
cross-legged staring
at her reflection
in the clear blue
waters

she carefully rolls
her white sleeves
touching gently
on the scar
the jagged line
which runs till her elbow

softly touching her skin,
trying to catch
her past.

she wonders
if he's still
searching.

she sobs
all too quietly.

she raises her
hand forward
carefully removing her
wedding band
throwing it
deep within
to somewhere she can't catch.

as her legs
dangle in
the waters

she sits cross legged staring
at her reflection
dreaming about

the world in front of her
and all the goodness
it has to offer.

b r e a t h e
he says

i open my eyes
barely recognizing
all those people around me

he takes my hand,
the familiar touch of it
a tingling sensation
making my heart do a tiny, little dance
a smile creeping up in my face

b r e a t h e
he whispers.


it’s all going to be okay.

on somedays

poetry speaks to me

maybe
those are
the days
where emotions
lie highest within me.

on other days

I try to read
appreciate some
find an inspiration.

tiny houses
big dreams
best friends forever
we promised it all.

                                  ^^          ^^^
/\     /\                    \           / /
  -        -                       \  /   / /
||      ||                     \ \ / /
||      ||                      |      |
||      ||             ­         |      |
||      ||                      |      |
wwwwww­wwwwwwwwwwww
                                                    ­                                 tiny houses
                                                                ­                     again.

                                                         ­                            do you still
                                                                ­                     remember them?
                                                           ­   d r e a m s    which we
                                                              ­                      talked about a long
                                                            ­                        time ago.

                                                           ­                          tiny houses
                                                          ­                           big dreams
                                                          ­                           best friends forever.

                                                       ­                         but hey,
                                                                ­                 you know what          
                                                                ­              we made it all.

                                                           ­           we did
                                                             ­          o n c e  in our tiny heads.

Fingers moving
slowly touching the
metal ridges.

dust forming on her
fingers

less bothered she continues
watching them.

Forced to and living alone
with a white bed
and her mind forever
playing games.

It's time, they call out.

she pulls back her hand
as if,

breaking away from
a thought.

Her mind quickly
puts her in another situation

different people
yet,
same empty emotions like
every other day.

shh.
it hurts.

but stay
still.

                  
     ^^^
   /      \
/           \           ^^^
d           p         /       \
    r    o           /          \                 ^^^^                                &    the pain
                      d             p            /          \               it goes.         disappears.
                          r    o       ­         d              p                                        ­      
                                                        r ­  o

a heartbreak
a broken promise
a lost love
        -

       you still have yourself.

       pick it up
       cos
       you're & will be
       a beautiful story
       too.
        -

she
was                                                          ­                                          
                      ­                                      g.                                       the entire
                         d.                           n.                                             time.
                             r.                     i.                                                  
                                  o.          n.                ­                                    yet you
                                        w.                   ­                                        never did
                                                             ­                                          realize
                                                                ­                    
                                                                ­                                        how she
                                                             ­                                           f e l t  the
                                                          ­                                             entire time.
               
                                
  .

keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­
                                                                ­ l                  to is what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                                                               ­                                       
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.

loved     -    y o u       -    kissed      
                                  
                             &

                       cried for  
                            you
                            too.­

She breathes softly,
on the
window pane

leaning against
the hard glass

her eyes
moving,
with the
flickering,
street lamps.

She notices him
again

like every other day,

moving,
ever so swiftly
braving along,
the cold winds
rushing past

his hair,
slightly covering
his deformed
ears.

Her fingers feels
numb,
against the
hardened glass

she falls
down,
sobbing
tears with guilt.

She places her
forehead,
against the
cold glass

feeling herself with him.

The church bell,
chimes

sobbing harder
silently making,
a prayer
for,
her son.

The street lamps,
flickering
yet,
again with a
warm glow,
surrounding
itself.

The old woman,
making her way
along,
with him.

He stands,
looking above
where
she,
had left.

The church bells,
chimes

striking twelve
midnight.

It's Christmas already,
says the
old woman,
dragging him with
her,

just like thousands,
of others
braving through
the freezing
cold,
on one
Christmas eve.

m a y b e
you should
care less
to make
everything
hurt  l e s s .

I learnt to

love
myself

after you’ve gone.

                                   &

 that’s one of the best things

            
                                 I’ve felt in
                                    a while.

the only
thing which

    she
       needed
           to hear
      was
   the

voice which spoke
inside of
                              h
                                  e
                            ­   r

                              h  
                                  e
                            ­         a
                                   d.

It makes you stronger
so does it hurt you,
love is a strange
feeling afterall.

it was love.

we laughed
we touched. 
we held hands
we made love
we had sweet kisses.
we spoke of beautiful things
we saw each other at our
              w o r s t


where’s that feeling now? 

                                                       we’ve become strangers
                                                       too fast 
                                                       a little too soon.

                                                       we hardly talk. 

it was love
a really beautiful
one.

c l e a r
blue skies
the air warm
the familiar smell
of the s a l t y ocean water
the gentle crashing of the w a v e s
young children rushing down to collect shells.

happy faces
old memories
familiar feelings.

I smile at myself
at how  f- a- r
  
I’ve reached.

i fell
hard for
your love.
                                                           ­                                          why does
                                                                ­                            it hurt so
                                                                ­                   much? even
                                                            ­            after you've
                                                          ­ left. it feels like
                                                 you took a
                                     piece of me
                           and just left
              without even
saying a goodbye.

love feels wonderful.
it pains when everything ends.
but,
       you do
                   find
                         yourself
                                       again.

warm sunny days. your lips brushing past mine.
            the feeling of the familiar warmth
                     the wind softly blows
                                  and
                              your eyes
                              your smile
                              your laugh  
                                   &
                                 you

                         just makes me feel
                             so complete.

you told me you'll
w
     a
         i
             t

              and i did. i waited for you.
              but maybe i  was not your type.
              and,
                        day
                                              after,
           ­             day
                                               after,
                        day

                   you broke my heart. and then you went
                   just like how others did.

Alone,
legs tangled
our noses
almost touching.

We smile at each other
touching,
one last time

before every little
detail of us gets
snatched,
by someone else

the quilt beneath us
our heads touching,

we silently make our
last goodbyes,
before,

another year
makes us away
from each other.

Alone,
legs tangled
making magic,
the last time
ever.

I needed you once
and you needed me,

till she came and took my place
all the kisses
                        hugs
                             ­     cuddles
                                                are no more.

But i'm glad i was your
f i r s t
and you were mine.