the scent of perfume that still lingers on me
heavy and pungent, yet loving and caring.
the roses i gave to you on that monday morning,
a reminder, everlasting and pure.

remember it once, twice, maybe a third,
but don't forget

the roses that wilted I replaced anew,
life that brought contours to your smile.
the constant reminders of safety:
did you get home?

remember these little gifts
i had given even when saddened or tired.

the will to stay even as you push me away,
painful, but love nonetheless.
the promise i held "you, just you
did i write infatuation with my heart."

remember the gift:
don't forget my love.

You said we don't work,
and thought that I never cared
But I'd showed you my love everyday,
a love I had daily declared
It was hidden in the "did you get home safe"
I constantly asked of you
Or the way I stared at your eyes
counting them one by one, a pair of two
The way I would proudly state
"You are a mystery to me, I can't read you"
and I would laugh at that thought
as you left me feeling blue
But nothing more apparent,
than the way I said "I miss you"
and how I would wait for you to call,
to hear the words, "I missed you too"

i remember that sunset drive.
cascades of light that folded in between our hands.
and i watched you close your hands against mine.
i watched the light between our hands fade — into nothing.
pulling back was the only course i took to save us,
but you will never know that, will you?
it was on that drive did I realize...
love is such a jading feeling.

it was, as it is
like before and after
I forgot and remembered
all these big, yet little things
that we call emotions.
which made up who we were
and the lost wishes we hold
as we spiral out
— of control.
I remembered, I did...
love you most

i fought in silence,
to hold back the tears that swelled in my eye.
i fought the silence,
hoping that these tears will soon dry.

because no matter what you do,
i fight me, to keep these memories of you.

i'm not waiting for you

instead, i am counting the seconds, minutes, and hours
that we are apart from one another.

and to each measurement of time,
i will recount...
the seconds that i love you
the minutes that i miss you
and the hours where i stay, hopeful

just you, only you
can make the
rhythms of
my heart, swoon

only you
will ever captivate
the entirety of
my eyes

only you
do I write
infatuation with
my heart

only you
will I see,
this world of
You and Me

the burden of another
holds little value to each other.
we grasp a branch and hold on tight
yet loosen up when the time is right.

we want someone to call our own
but end up leaving them all alone.
the brutal cycle continues on
until the victim is fatally gone.

yet in their departure, our eyes may cry
that they had left without a single goodbye.
so to another, we will run
until this evil act is finally done.

however, our deeds are often for naught
for all the evil it has brought.
the pain and misery of the former
endlessly torment the performer.

The epitome of what could have been,
I strike a match that ignites a fire in the sky.
My actions leave me with a half-hearted grin;
for I had realized you had left me to die.

You left me in another's embrace,
leaving me to be at war with myself.
You rejected me in this forsaken place,
running away to selfishly save yourself.

You left me when I needed you the most,
breaking me apart, ripping me in two.
You discarded me like a ghost,
so I turn to my malice—shattering the sky in two.

You knew I was yours, and you were mine.
But I guess... our fates were never meant to align.