I was walking down the street of rainbows and sunshines. The very street where everything seems possible and life is a fairytale.

Well, there are little rains and sometimes downpour but every chapter ends with a happy ending.

The time came that I had to step into a new world--- full of strangers, of darkness and cruelty. However, I saw it almost like a utopia. I hid the royalty in me and choose to start from scratch.

One day, I came across a stranger along a dark alley. Aloft, alone, and bringing dark clouds with him. I smiled at him but got no reply. I only saw ice and sorrow in his eyes.

I remember that time,  I was glowing with light while you were stuck in the dark pits of brokenness. I heard your cries and stories of hell and how you attempted to end it. You asked why such a fresh, innocent soul glows with much optimism.

I told you that life is the very reason to continue living. I told you there are more reasons to live: that there's beauty, there's happiness. There's love.

It does not hurt.
Not anymore.

It's been half a year since that incident.
It's been half a year since my kokoro was scythed.
It's been half a year.
It's been half a year.

I smiled.
Jived.
Laugh.
Socialized.

I did my best to remain composed especially when you were close
'Coz the pain I felt was too real
and I'm still stuck spinning back Time's reel.

Despite my inability to comprehend it,
I did what I can to face it.
The pits were deep and dark and seemed endless.
My days were dull and seemed changeless.

But now that the storm has passed,
I'm trying to face its aftermath.
Contrary to the bilateral friendship agreement,
I'm feeling the pact's 180 degree turn.

O, glory be that pain
Coz of it wisdom I gained.

A lot of times came
when you questioned the possibilities
If you can reach your dreams
If you can spread your wings
If you can even fly.

You can.
You CAN.

I'm taking the blame
Sorry I've set you on flame
Burned along with me.

I'm tormented by the fact
you're broken. Don't act
you're not.

I was wrong when I said
"Let's keep things the way they were."
I should have known better.

I realized,
It was me who was afraid
of losing you all along.

It was me who posed a facade
I was composed
though trembling inside in confusion.

More than half a year has passed
Writing this may do nothing
but trigger a memory.

Peeping gold afar
Amidst the blue undertones
Sun's about to come.

Embraced by the mist
Kissed me goodbye as it lifts
Left me heartbroken.

I remember that night when we both stared the same sky,
The same fireworks;
Heard the same waves,
The same laughter
And ended it with a shutter.

Now, all that's left is a shatter.

STARS
They remind me
of the song I love to sing
of the movie I love to watch
of a car ride
of an unexpected night when you showed up.

Now, I truly wish we could rewrite the stars.