I stalk you
Everyday.

I look through photos,
videos,
tweets,
statuses.

As if,
         As if,
                  As if,

They can bring us back to where we were.

But they can't.
And all that I can do is

Stalk.

Why rush to dress
Even faster than you undressed?

I don't intend to cling onto this.

Why smile so guiltily
Even wider than you first smile?

I don't plan to tie you down.

Why leave your number
Even though you won't reply me?

I don't hope to continue this.

I just wanted to cuddle tight,
Why so uptight?
I will let go when the sun rise.

For now,
Stay with me.

Actually I am very clear.
I know that things aren't right
and I need to get my **** together.

But I just needed to hear it from you.
Your voice. Your tone. Your words.

Thank you,

I know what to do now.

I find poets repetitive.
Poems annoying, sometimes.

Because we just go on and on
About the things we yearn
we    crave,   we lose,    we desire,       we       think,    want, long,          wish,  hope,      pray,      dream,    regret, love,      depend,    

feel.

It's good for emotions really.
But what about actions?

Sometimes the best way for someone
to know how you feel,
is not through words.

"Show, not tell."

Time heals
Because it allows memories to fade
Feelings to dilute
Determination to weaken.

But

Time proves
Because love will strengthen
Longings will last
Perseverance will churn.

And at the end of the day,
I will still be into you.

I am waiting
till we turn 30.

When emotions no longer reckless
we seek stability and comfort.

I am waiting
till we unnumb.

When temptations no longer ******
we crave for family and assurance.

I am waiting
till you see

I am waiting.

Who are you to determine how I feel?
How much I yearn,
How much I cry.

Who are you to manipulate how I act?
How much I detest,
How much I toil.

Just who are you to give those
lovely false words.
Not only purely false but
manifesting in my soul.

Just who do you think you are?
Coming and leaving as you wish,
Not only suave with your departures but
tempting my self control.

Who are you,
Love?

Why call my name
in that melodious voice,
when you are going to use that
same voice to leave me?

Why hold my hand
with that miraculous touch,
when you are going to use that
same touch to dump me?

Why kiss my lips
in that mesmerising twist,
when you are going to use that
same twist to rip me?

Why raise my hopes
with that mistaken strength,
when you are gonna to use that
same strength to crush me?

Why?

Why do what you did
To treat me,
when all you wanted to
Is to wound me.

Being alone doesn't make you lonely.
Sometimes you can be lonely even with
people around you.
So its okay to be alone.
Focus on what's left
Not what's gone.

And you are gone.

So what's the difference really? Being
Alone or lonely
when either way it's without you.

And you are gone.

How easy it is
To conquer the body.
Enter restricted boundaries,
Trot your way to victory.

Not with the Heart.

It's as if he diffused in
when I wasn't looking.
Merged with my soul
Consumed it,
And I didn't mind it.

He got my heart.

You said you love me.
But maybe I should start running,
Start trying avocado salads,
Start watching less drama series.

You said you love me.
But maybe I shouldn't cry too much,
shouldn't speak up too much,
shouldn't help too much.

You said you love me.
But you said I was scary
when I hang out with my friends.
You said I had changed
when I didn't reply your texts.

You said you love me.
Or was it the impression of me?