I want to kiss the sleep from your lips in the mornings before your morning coffee, tea or milo in winters. I want to run my fingers through your hair just before a passionate kiss. I want to wake in the morning from you moving slightly and my body feeling a slight cool breeze where your body used to be, I want to fall asleep with you entangled in the sheets after play fighting or nice intimacy. I want to feel your fingertips giving me goosebumps along my sides as you run them up and down I want it all
(j.a)

I knew I would hurt you
but I always lost my mind
in the presence of your ****** activities
thinking it was genuine love
pure ****** subdued our emotions
for a while our lust was fire-burning
your skin crawled to every fibre of my being
we were in love, just for a sad moment
I remember holding your hand and I got a wrath which was there
since that we are not good for one another
our paths shared the same vision
but a sad reality was a result of our endless broken dreams
our mind became blurr
dignity often obscure
the scent of your loving arms
would die freely in mine when winter comes
but my eyes went blind when I didn't see you
and my ears went deaf when I didn't hear the melody of your voice
but only the sound of an endless pain.

I am not a writer.
I am not good with words,
I cannot speak up for myself,
It is my pen that bleed words.
No amount of convincing can give me conviction.
No amount of clarification can make that distinction.
Please refrain from using titles.

I am not a writer.
I am just a dreamer,
Dreaming dreams of inverted galaxies
Where complexities are reduced to simplicity,
And maybe love wouldn't be so complicated.
I dream of a world where I'll be unchained and liberated,
Because currently freedom is hard to go by.

I am not a writer.
I am just another over thinker,
I stay up all night disassembling the world,
So I can put it back together.
Adding new features that I think will make it better
I get lost in thoughts, and day-mares, fantasies and others,
I obsess and I always suffer.

I am not a writer.
Though sometimes I am photographer,
Snapping,
Close ups and selfies of my terrible mind.
Giving glints of places you won't usually find,
All because I write sometimes.