I often envisage love
as snowflakes-

Each of us have it different
but it’s really just the same
with its imperfectly etched beauty
only few can comprehend

Its beauty can never be
expressed in words
or even a sliver
of what it’s worth

The snowflakes are piling up
and the shivers are ethereal
we don’t even realize
that it drives us delirious

The snowflakes keep piling up
but it doesn’t end here
it’ll drown us in its avalanche
and leave us gasping for air.



-m.j.a

I don’t think

I could ever forget

the twinkle in your eyes

whenever you talked about

your love for the stars


Or how we dreamt

about traipsing our way

into the distant galaxies

and naming them as ours


I love how we talked about the universe-

even though we’re worlds apart.




-m.j.a

When I view our love

in retrospect

all I can see is the lush

of roses-

the sunflowers are filled

with luminosity

and the fragrance drives me senseless.



But when I view our love

in this very moment

all I can see are thorns

in what were once roses-

all the sunflowers radiate

are darkness

and all I can smell

is the scent of

cypress.





-m.j.a

I desperately

want to build a bridge but I

don’t want to cross it.






-m.j.a

I poem my way out of everything.

I disguise all the misery,
euphoria, contempt, and solitude
into the beautiful form
of poetry.

Losing myself
in the world of
twenty-six letters
is my enthralling form of
escapism.

But no matter how many
sonnets, haikus, free-verses
or six-word stories
I do;

I could never

poem my way out of you.



-m.j.a

I broke three wine glasses this morning.

It was all your fault-
I was immersing myself
in bottles of numbness

when suddenly-

Your voice was ringing in my head your eyes were
staring right at me your fingers were touching my face your
eyelashes were tickling me your lips were curled up at the edges
your whispers of promises were in full volume your scent is driving
me insane your head was resting on my shoulder you are all I
see, hear, taste, touch, smell.

You were everywhere.

I broke three wine glasses this morning.

At the end of the day,
I’d have broken everything into a million pieces
and you’d find my house in ruins.

You’d find fragments of the moon
and pieces of the sun on
your way home.


I may break all the wine glasses,
the houses, the moon and the sun,
but it is still nothing compared to
how broken I am.


-m.j.a

When a single stone
falls on water,
the impact is far more
than we ever know.

It would create
astounding ripples
and the particles of water
would inevitably change
in direction.


I am not water
and you are not a stone.
But a single drop of your love
would ripple throughout my
entire soul.



-m.j.a

I thought you were perfect
and so I loved you.

The dots on your face
make a brand new
celestial universe

You were an enigmatic
planet- and I’m still not through
in exploring your
inimitable realm

But then I saw the
perilous black holes
in your solar system
and I was inevitably
****** into its vortex

when i gradually deciphered
your mysteries-
I saw cracks in your world
I’ve never seen before

but I would gladly be
the cosmic energy
to lessen the night
inside your abysmal soul
and I would help fix
the cracks in your
catastrophic world

And even if I’d never
mend your brokenness
or solve your clandestine codes,

I’d know that you’re imperfect,
and I’ll love you even more.



-m.j.a

I don't understand
how hearts work
after they've been scathed
and shattered
over and over again

or how someone
who gives you strength
makes you weak in the knees.

I have often wondered
why people never get tired
of waiting for nothing

or how they pour
everything to someone
and leave none
for themselves

I don't think I could ever
understand the things
people do for love

or the things I do
for you.



-m.j.a

i read an excerpt once
that if you read something
over and over
it loses its essence

pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty
pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty
pretty pretty pretty
pretty pretty
pretty
it becomes meaningless.

you do the same things
again and again and again and again
and again and again and again and
again and again and
again
one day you'll forget why.

loving you
is the only thing i do
every minute,
every second,
over and over again

i'm sorry
if the day would come
that I'd forget the reason why.

but then i realized
there was no why to forget
for there was never even
a why
in the first place.


I take back my apology.



-m.j.a

my mother told me
that I should take
great precaution
because some people die
of a broken heart

what she doesn't know
is I would choose
to die
in the most brutal
and grotesque ways possible
over and over again
just to have my heart
broken by
you.

Don't tell her I said that.


-m.j.a

i fell in love with you
like fire

it was a flame at first
small and barely visible
but the warmth of its glow
replaced the crevices
where the darkness in my heart
resides

then suddenly-
it was wildfire.
it was passionate
and obsessive
the flames were getting out of control
not only the crevices burned
but my heart in its entirety.

i was blinded
by the blaze of the inferno
and the pungent smell of smoke
and when my vision cleared
i was nothing more
than futile ashes
scattering in the grim wind


-m.j.a

it's not my fault
if i don't hear you
whenever you talk to me

why the pounding in my chest
is the only thing i hear

or why the butterflies
are nothing
compared to the entire animal kingdom
i feel inside me

but i'm sorry,
nonetheless.

what were you saying?


-m.j.a

the scent of your lilac perfume
on my bedsheets
and the vestige of your footprints
in my room
are enough to
drive me
delirious.

the twinkle of your laughter
across the street
and your whispers of
past and broken promises
are all i hear.

it's okay if you won't keep
your promises anymore
but please let me see
a glimpse of you
before you sail to another world-
another place and time.

wherever you are,
just don't forget me.

please.


-m.j.a

why can't you see
the stars amidst the darkness
or the iridescence after the skies
spit fierce rain across the earth

the tranquility after death,
that split second of serenity
before a last breath is exhaled

the reverberation of laughter
amid the noisy street
or the familiar twinkle of lights
in the midst of overcrowded cities

why can't you see
the dewdrops atop marigolds
after a savage storm
or the picturesque lush of rose bushes
after cold winter nights

those awe-inspiring thoughts
that impinge you during sleepless hours
or the sunlight shining through your scars

open your eyes,
my dear,

for the world is as beautiful
as you.


-m.j.a