When you are not afraid
to let him look you in the eyes,
for all sadness is gone,
and in turn, where happiness lies.
When the nightmares end
and the daydreams begin,
and your smiles become
a hundred percent genuine.
When sad songs turn into love songs,
and the days stop feeling dreadfully long.
There is no need for red roses
or a beautiful white dove,
to lure you into believing you are in love.
Don't be afraid to know love is in the air,
for a moment like this is awfully precious and rare.

Bottled up emotions;
Shards of a broken heart;
Cans full of empty words;
Expired faith.
Cracked jars filled with a mixture of sadness, hurt and grief leaking out every second.
Packets of crumbled hope;
Sweet wrappers torn and crumpled;
Half eaten dreams...

Freshly picked poppies
Under the tree
Carefully picked out just for you.
Knocked on your door

Yanking you from the floor
Over the hill
Under the tree

Around us were poppies chosen by me
Stunned by the beauty
Smokey bitter-sweet smell
‘Have a bite I promise it will taste lovely’
One bite is all it took for me to say farewell
Letting you walk away would not suffice
Eating the poppies and watching you suffer added a little spice

It's in the dark where appearances don't matter,
it's a place where your thoughts define who you are.

Not to be silenced because of a flaw on your skin;
not to be silenced for being too fat or too thin.

It's in the dark where the flower of closed-minds open;
illuminating genuine and raw emotions.

It's in the dark where this flower is all that you can see,
surrounded by nothing but love and purity.

When we see darkness,
we instantly assume we are blind;
but truth is, it is in the dark that we see clearly
of the importance to what defines mankind.

You threw my heart onto the floor.
It shattered into a thousand pieces or more.
With what was left of the tiny fragments I was able to gather,
I gave it to the people I cared for,
the people who truly matter.
I let them use it to mend their hearts back to being whole,
to fill the missing pieces inside them,
the chance to find their lost soul.
Because unlike you, I choose to be unselfish;
this isn't a pity party for me to weep and cry.
I'd rather lose my whole heart to see the world relish
than to watch it stop beating and eventually die.

A bridge connects two ends together.

The sky above, clear and blue.
The river below,calm and soothing.
Those constructed without care and concern are not one to last.
Lack of attention results in it losing its shine,
becoming rusty and covered in moss.
As time passes,the sound of the steps of two lovers passing by is replaced by a vociferous creak.

The sky above,cloudy and grey.
The river below violent and wild.
The gust of wind makes the bridge tremble.
The deafening sound of thunder sends shivers down the cables.
The rain makes it slippery.
It is now ever so dangerous and unstable.
Lightning strikes it,a surge of perplex anger and outrage courses through.
The bridge weak and tired,gives up and crumbles.
It drowns in the currents of despondency and grief.
The sound of the pieces plunging into the water almost resembles a sigh of relief.
Its over. The damage is done. All ties are cut.

Now the two ends are disconnected.
You on one end,and I on the other.
I pick the pieces up one by one.
It's plain to see you don't really care,
for if you did, you wouldn't just stand there.
So instead of putting the pieces back together,
I used them to build a wall.
I promise to make it last forever,
this time I won't let it fall.

I may have your heart, but it wasn't given.
I loved from the start, knowing it was forbidden.
Your words were empty, just like your soul;
I showered you with love but it fell through a hole.
Through one ear and out the other,
When I try to make a move you always falter.
What do I need to do for you to look at me?
what do I need to say for you to listen to me?
Every step I take forward, you always take a step back.
I'm slowly getting tired, for I don't know what I lack.
Despite the fatigue, I still weep gently at night behind closed doors;
It is not a guarantee, but I hope that one day I would be called yours.

I thought my emotions died,
but they were alive all along;
they all come scribbled out in a poem or in a song.

I thought I was fine,
but it was apparently lies.
The evidence were the tears escaping from my eyes.

I thought you were genuine,
But I found out it was fake.
Never realised I was someone you wanted to break.

Now, I think it is the end.
Do you think so too?
Hopefully,this is yet another thought
I'd prove myself not to be true.

I sit here waiting for the time to come.
I crave to have your warmth against my skin.
The heat is rising as I look at you with lust in my eyes;
the desire to taste you,
to have your salty golden skin on the tip of my tongue,
as we go deeper, the sweet creamy filling oozing out.
I salivate and swallow.
The warm liquid flowing down smoothly,
resting in my stomach that is churning uncontrollably.
I feel restless as I look at you,
my fists clench as the anticipation grows.
I imagine us together and I let out a soft moan.
Plain and simple yet an experience like no other.
Satisfying my hunger and giving me nothing but pure bliss.
The one thing worth waiting for.

The man who said he was a giver,
Chose to put his feelings first.
My vulnerability made him waver,
As if being vulnerable was a curse.

The man who said he didnt want to hurt me,
Led me on to believing i had a chance.
When we cuddled in the corner of the backseat,
Butterflies in my tummy started to dance.

He strung me along like a puppet,
Orchestrated a plan that was so wrong.
He played me like a trumpet,
Perfect tune to my favourite song.

A fool i was to believe every word.
Still, he is worse for being such a coward.
Being vulnerable does not mean I am weak,
It means I'm strong enough to weather through the bleak.
Maybe one day he will finally understand
That trying not to hurt me, hurt me in the end.