"Collateral damage" they say,
To soften the blows,
Keep the public at bay,
As empathy slows.

Numbers roll like a daily score,
Of lives that won't return,
Lost in battles and much more,
We're told not to discern.

Because they're merely "collateral damage,"
No names or faces that stick,
Easy for us to disengage,
Their stories, pain, and tragic.

But here inside, a love persists,
A wild and untamed flame,
Illogical, as it insists,
Through chaos and inane.

Seeing without sight, thinking though askew,
Feeling with a heart that's ruthless,
Choosing paths that others eschew,
In the realm of the reckless.

Self-serving, chasing its desire,
Ignoring the rest with ease,
Others' lives fuel its fire,
Consequences? A gentle breeze.

Yet, this love surges deep,
We're caught up in the tide,
Reduced to whispers, buried beneath,
As the pain churns, we subside.

Those quiet moments scream the loudest,
Echoing through our souls,
Shattered hearts bear the aftermath,
Of love's unforeseen toll.

Closure? Not sought, but stitches I crave,
To mend the fragments torn,
The damage inflicted, a two-way pave,
But your convenience is where it's born.

So, hold your guilt, your teary show,
But know it falls on deaf ears,
It means naught, just for show,
In my world of muted tears.

You thought you were special, a unique sting,
Yet, you're just like the rest,
Hurt inflicted with no giving,
Left with wounds on your own chest.

What if the best poem ever written has never been read
The best soliloquy in history never once said
What if the best song ever played had never been danced to
Simply because we weren't given the chance to
Save every draft and treasure your trash
One day they may be discerned from the ash
You could be the next Emily, I the next Poe
And like most famished artists
we'll never know

Yes love,

I know all you want is someone who would remind you to take your vitamins when it slips your mind.

Someone to share sips of your coffee, and who would like to share your pancakes too but who would let you have the last bite.

Someone who would wake up next to you in bed for more than just a day or two.

And I know, you feel that you are hard to love, you love to travel and all you want is someone who would listen to your travels and how much you have grown as an individual.

But more than that, you want someone who keeps you grounded when you are feeling too high.

Must importantly, you want someone to tell you to take photos of people and sceneries but ever so often think a little of them, because the best part is they let you grow as a person that in
spires them too.              


Someone who tells you, “Baby be free, baby have fun, the world is a beautiful place and is worth giving more than a glance so love while you stand a chance.”

And you onow they will still be waiting for you when your wandering is done.

“Baby be safe, baby be smart. The world is sometimes a scary place to be in and it aint so pretty when it gets dark. But i’ll be here for you my friend, my love, waiting oceans away to be your cure when you’re feeling homesick.”

You say root chakra, but what you make me feel is beyond that, its all the seven colours and elements of chakra that are so intense, so immense, of which to love and hate.

This corruption bitter sweetens us,
then prunes us, then buries us, then teaches us to find, an eternity of connectedness that dissipates ones admiration towards the seven wonders of the world, to just you.

I want to write stars into your eyes, paint admiration into your mind, walk an epic movie into your life of dreams and desire.

Sit with me, give me goosebumps or whatever you call it.
Then lets talk some, for another fragile memory
Which may or may not be forgotten in time.

Sometimes, I hope for new beginnings. I want to live with sunshine in my eyes again, bucket of dreams, handful of courage and ecstatic happiness.

But there you sit in sadness and say you love her, you miss her. And I know nothing that I say or do will ever be enough.

All she gave you was not what you deserve.
Yet you wish you got more, and that makes me so sad that she doesn’t know what she is missing out on, a wonderful person like you.

As I sit on the sidelines with no voice of my heart
I want to give you the things that you need and deserve. Be anything that you ask me to be
You say I’m so perfect, so flawless, so beautiful so then why won’t you choose me?

You sit and reminisce at the past, but I don’t blame you because I know deep down it still gives you joy. While I’m here wanting to be your future
I suppose that doesn’t really matter to you, because she was all you ever needed.

I sit and contain my feelings at night, heaving with corrupted heart from having too much to bare.
To love with all my heart when you’re not there
I want to give you everything that I have but I know that I’ll never be what you want.
This doesn’t matter anyway, like we have a chance.

Like you would care for me and ask for a dance, but all you ever think of is dancing with her.
But I’ll be here anyway incase you need a shoulder.

I’ll stick around and act like your soldier, be protective of you like a good friend. Because that’s all I’ll ever be to you.

I’ve found my favourite fairytale, you’re my prince charming but one in a rusty armour who has had so much battle and I don’t plan in trading it with a prince in shinning armour.

But the only flaw to this story is I’m not your princess. I’ve stopped wishing on stars. It’ll just keep reminding me of what I can never have.
And I try to make you happy every day however you want.

And in literature they say,

“Loving will hurt, because love truly is the slowest form of suicide and it destroys you.”

But then again, would it be love if it did’nt?

It hurts to make you happy, but that’s okay because I don’t mind if it makes you happy.
But I know I’m not what you need, nor want.

But never again shall I find another quite like you. So I’m just going to stay put and be a good friend to you.

Sometimes,
I wish I didn't love you this bad.
I wish I could just let go.

I don’t have much to offer. But if you need someone to talk to even at 2am,

I’ll be there for you even if I cant make you feel better.

I’ll promise to be the best pair of ears to listen and a good shoulder to lean on.

I really don’t have much to offer so if this isn’t sincere then I don’t know what is.

I may not show you that I want you and only you but I suppose only time would tell, I don’t know.

I also don’t suppose if I were to tell you that when I think of you I think about the best parts of this world and how I would want to experience it all with only you and no one else, would you consider it as being sincere?