"Romance is just an extra in life
It's okay to have one . .
But I decided not to chase for it. "

I'm sick of all the love songs
Which makes me feel
That I'm not capable of loving.

I forgot.
Already forgot.
The night when
Tis heart stopped beating.
Burying my face under
The pillow.
Choked in beneath, asking
"God, is this love?"

I held for too long
Timeless, in silence.
Hoping that my long wait
Will simply pull fate.
But, I lost it.
In the night when I looked
Up the moon,
You love so dear.
I forgot, the words
That should be here.
This is complete nonsense.
I haven't forgot, actually.
Coz till now,
I am not answered.
Is this love?
Or just a habit of thinking.

My greatest fear in love
Has happened,
YOU losing ME.

Feelings are so fleeting,
It beats me.

"The one that is beautiful
Is not this world
But your accepting eyes."

One day I was seating,
Looking at the sky.
Oh, how it felt like
I got that realization,
That my life could end
In an   i n s t a n t   today.

And  H E R E   I    A M,
With my unfinished businesses.
Wondering if life always end
In the middle of thinking:

" What could've been my life, if I chose this. . . "

. . .brought tears to my eyes,

I am free. But,
I feel utterly **helpless.

D r  e  a  m  i  n  g*
We immerse ourselves,
In *different reality,
And we wake up not knowing
If we already did.

"I hope you find someone
Whose presence is enough
To soothe your pain."

Life is made out of
T r i a l   and   e r r o r .
And you always do have a say on
What to try.

My heart almost fell
Between the  g a p s  of our fingers.

What we pursue in life,
Is definitely two worlds  a p a r t .

It is what you do that I admire.
Those digital art,
Those vivid sketches
Transpiring before my eyes. .

Thats why I said:
It "a l m o s t " fell.

But I caught it when they said,
You are someone who prefer
Grinder, over Tinder.

Then, *Will you be my bestie?
Huhu

I am broken into
f  i  s  h  e  s.

I love poetry
But I started writing it
More after
I met your soul saying,
"I wanted to meet yours too."

I've written hundreds,
Pieces I'd never imagined
That others appreciated too.
So, when I realized
That our love is just an idea
I merely invented,
It truly hurts
Knowing that my words
That I turned to colors
Became rainbows
That everyone admires
BUT YOU.

You gave me a pen.
You gave me a heart.
Without you knowing
How great gift this is
To a soul that assumed
Your heart could belong
To her.

You've done me no wrong.

I loved you, maybe.
But I love poetry.

Sometimes, Freedom is
Our words, this piece. Unknown to
Your dear beloved.

To kindle thy hearts
Of carbon souls, who loves but
Chose to be hidden.

Cause slicing thy hearts
We know, the angst of losing
What little we have.

Hoping, that feelings
Befall, we remain numb as
We pen our hearts out.

My heart has gone down the drain
Once resurrected, but then again
DEAD
But I'm glad
That I turned the water on.
My heart now white,
Keeps bleeding blood,
But yet, overflowing.

I said:

          Love is without  e g o  . .
   but it comes with  s e l f   r e s p e c t.

And so, I said it.  
Just to defend my ego. .
We are but the same,
So do not weep
Even a single tear,
Or a single sigh
We'll just call it  " q u i t s "

This is not love, indeed.

Just realized that
I'm truly not capable
Of falling in love

Because if I am
You should clearly know by now
After I said so

But look, I left you
Coz one day I just woke up
Saying, "whatever".