A lady sat close to me in the library,
Bullet journaling.
I was busy reading.
To my right, a man sat,
Fumbling with his laptop.

Snow filled my view
Through the window—
Vehicles passing by,
People strolling.
I watched it all from the comfort of my first-class seat.

I listened to music,
Getting lost in stories,
Yet still, I heard life moving around me—
Voices chatting, the world revolving.

I asked an old lady how she picked the books she wanted to read.
She told me she reads the preface to see if she likes it.
I wished her a good day and held onto a book,
And as I did, she smiled and said,
"That might just be the one."
So, I picked it.

I lie awake in my bed,
Pitch black and cold air spread.
White noise hums to calm my nerves,
Yet sleep retreats, a fate undeserved.

My eyes wide open, the room feels vast,
Shadows dance, but the moments last.
Memories of us still haunt my mind,
Echoes of love, so unrefined.

I hear your voice in the silence,
A bittersweet, aching reliance.
Whispers linger, soft but clear,
Carving your presence, always near.

Our stolen glances, a fleeting spark,
Lit brighter in secrets kept in the dark.
Our deep conversations, our tangled confessions,
Now cast a shadow of quiet questions.

Did we falter, or did we fight?
Was our love wrong, or almost right?
A puzzle unsolved, a heart in despair,
Longing for answers beyond repair.

The nights stretch long, the stillness wide,
I wrestle with ghosts I cannot hide.
But as the dawn creeps into view,
I wonder if you lie awake too.

I will marry beneath a willow tree,
Beside a lake that reminds me
Of the moment I became free,
One with nature, one with the willow tree.

I made a playlist for you,
stitched together with borrowed melodies.
Tracks that felt like dusk on an empty road,
like headlights cutting through silence.

I think of you in motion—
ghosting through red lights,
one hand on the wheel,
the other almost reaching mine.
Close, but not close enough to hold.

I care for you still, and I will, forever.
That was my part of the deal, honest.
We spent so much time together,
but never in the ways that mattered.
Never in the ways that lasted.

Maybe in another life,
under another sky,
you’d turn the car around.
But love like this never stays parked,
it just fades, the way songs do
before the chorus ever comes.

If you want to get to know me,
You should know that
I read and write poetry,
And listen to songs unconventionally.

I mostly write 4-versed poems,
Always check the punctuation,
Never let anyone read
The joke I call, ‘poetry.’

I try to be a clever girl,
But lies infiltrate the true meaning of my words.
Though I think truth is a verb,
But in reality, it’s actually a noun, I heard.

I lose track of time easily,
I hate my body,
I worry about calories,
And my eyes have gotten more blurry.

I’m good at no communication,
I forget all my lessons,
I’m a passive learner since Kindergarten,
I can last daydreaming for hours.

I’m a teenager flawed with insecurities,
I get distracted easily,
I can't make up my mind,
Even if the answer is right in front of me.

I’m not fond of the word ‘love,’
So I pick those I say ‘I love you’ to and not ‘too’.
Sometimes I think I’m a witch,
Self-centered and egotistic.

I’ll never be in a relationship,
My standards are too high for anyone to reach,
And even if someone did,
I’ll do something that will make them leave me.

My best mate is called overthinking,
And anxiety is the girl I met while thinking.
They come with me everywhere,
Even in the bathroom, while I cry in the shower.

I have high expectations about the world,
That it fails to pass the assessment.
It crumbles when I try to take a step,
So I stay in my bed and hope for the best.

I never truly say what's in my head,
I’m a creature of habit who Googles each word.
And over analyze every verse,
With hopes that it can speak for me instead.

I mix truth with a whole lot of white lies,
Then serve cocktails that are too dry.
I must have been a bartender in my past life,
Or maybe that’s my calling in the afterlife.