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.

i miss you.

my mind doesn't wanna say that

so all i do is
                            wait
                                wait
                                     wait.

                                                         for something.
                                                         i don't know. maybe
                                                         it's hope that you'll
                                                         return my messages.
                                                         maybe. i'm just being
                                                         too easy on you. maybe
                                                         we just shouldn't have met.

she sits at the
back row of class. can you lov...

can you still love her?
the curly haired girl
who wears thick
black glasses. the one
with the dusky skin tone.
she doesn't have the
perfect thigh gap nor
does she fill her pores
with expensive makeup.
her friends are not the coolest.
reading and doodling are her
fav hobbies. would you still
be around her?
also she was never
popular like your gal pals.

can you
still love her?

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

i
wanna
tell
you
how
much
                  i miss you.

As the city lights glows,
with each hour passing by
she finds her life ticking away.

The blues and red
tinges trying to shadow each other,
she looks at it with a
strange mixture of happiness and guilt

She reaches her hand towards,
the neatly stuck polaroid
on the window pane.

Clutching it tightly,
on her chest
silently sobbing.

As the city lights glows,
she sleeps on the carpeted floor

often sipping on glasses of wine
with each hour ticking away.

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

Fingers touch
eyes dilating
smiling more

he moves closer

one last kiss,
long but sweet.

I move away
with memories.

she gave you
everything

all you did
were
lies
with
and a
  b
     r
        o
       k
    e
r
n
    heart.

one summer morning
        I’ll see you
             again.
              
told
           another dream
                 from a
                 dream
                  itself.

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.

our memories
are fading off
bit by bit.
soon they'll
be nothing left
of us.
just two
strangers heading
off in different
directions.

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

i
want
to hear
stories
of yourself.

what are
you inspired by?

how were you like
five years ago?

what's the best
thing about life?

feed
me with
realness.

can't

seem

to
get
rid
of
this
empty
feeling you created.
          -  maybe i shouldn't have met you.

i saw a
little girl
today.
& she called
me beautiful.

maybe
all we  
need are
more moments
to remind us
we are
beautiful
just by
ourselves.

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.

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.

cigarette butts on the ash tray.
a bouquet of white roses
neatly tied together with a note
stuck that read, sorry in a sloppy
cursive way. resting on the
on the chair like it was given
couple of hours ago. paintings of
their love hung on cream colored walls.

i don't know how
much longer
this will last
you
me
or even,
us.

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.

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.

time just slowly
vanishes away
as soon as
we grow
older.

a heartbreak
a broken promise
a lost love
        -

       you still have yourself.

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

i want to feel
how tomorrow
feels like without
you. but every s i n g l e  time
you make your
way into my
thoughts
and
all i'm left
with is wondering
"hey, how are you?"

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.

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

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.