i shoved
and hide away
inside the pocket
of my worn out jeans.
the receipts,
the candy wrappers,
the spare coins,
the bus tickets,
and this bothersome
but true feelings
for you

January 1, 2018

she is willing to stand
under the pressure and weight
of the waterfalls
just to stay connected to you,
the cold river.

until she was swept away.

December 27, 2017

Am I really a poet,
If all I ever write about,
Is you?

Feeling insecure today.

The more I get over you,
the less poetry I write

so you
either were a great inspiration
Or I was never a poet, but
just a man hopelessly in love.

bridge half built
left forgotten
until rotten

the wall ive built
i thought there is
just a lie, it is

i was just afraid
to be connected
to be seen as i am
to cross the bridge

but all this time wishing
for someone to come
see through the wall
and cross the bridge.

October 5, 2017

blanketed with snow
i don't even know
that it has always been spring.

blanketed with snow
i don't even know
that it's already fall.

blanketed with snow
i have always known
but i just chose to ignore
that it sprouted and grew,
that i have fallen for you.

i have chosen to remain in this cold.

Septrmber 3, 2017

i cant write proper poems.  i dont have any inspiration -____-

Our story remained
as a draft
On a sheet of paper
full of dust.

August 26, 2017
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