If our love's a burning building,
you'd be the first person
to rush out at the stink of smoke.

I'd stay to preserve
our memories
To save all that is left of us
before it turns to ash.

Even if I get burned.

I regret letting you play with my heart
for you were only a child.
With vials of venom racked in deep,
your fangs glisten at the reproach of anything threatening.
I was witness to all the prey you made fall in defeat,
doused in cajole of mockery and lamenting in your spite.
You took pride in your nature of revenge and
I clapped along like a mechanical monkey and
laughed at the joke you made of them.
I loved you.

I regret playing with you, let alone letting you play at all.
You run amok on people’s vulnerabilities like they’re tiny green foot soldiers on the ground, but I see the rawness of their wounds, you tore open what was closed.
You toyed around with their **** lives.
I was disillusioned by love,
this heart of mine fooled me into believing your selfish lies.

As my heart lies a victim to your poison,
like a fish out of water prancing on the wood board gasping for breath, on the edge, between a death he once knew and the life slowly rebuild,
I retreat into the abyss away from the torment of you.
It’s still hard letting you go, knowing that I love you.
But letting you knowingly abuse me is like self harm.

I love you, but I love myself more.

Time is an illusion.
But love, oh love is real

On this starlit night I’m supposed to feel utterly blissful
but she drains away all of that and replaces it with pain that can be felt coursing through my body that it reduces me to nothing.

Welcome back old voiceless/sheepish friend.
I never thought I would have to summon you again.
But the time has come to make a new scar to remember this moment by, which should serve as a perrenial reminder
to my future self that the past is always real and this time around,
to learn from it.

I think I'm you,
You think you're me,
We're the maple leaves drifting
among the ripples of the stream/
the persons we're meant to be.

Inversive spinal / F major chord,
Tumbling twisted caterwauling toads
Left turn right in the gut of the feels
Sawfish feeding on blood stained carcasses of piranhas
Strawberries from the garden of eden,
Birds cleansing their sins in the scorching fountain;
“Hell yes!”
In this ephemeral, fleeting light speed of a moment,
I need you, my Solis.
to shine your bright light
in the unilluminated, gelatin closet
where my frail body cringes .

She was an unfamiliar visitor to the heart of sadness.
But he knew it’s co-ordinates by heart.
It was dark and sweltering with emptiness,
an infinite void of melancholy.

He knew how lonely it was over there
and how addicting it can be.
He did everything in his power to
lead her away from it’s ominous grasp.
To keep her in the starlight of another dawn of hope,
give her another day to save herself.
Be there to save her.
Because she was there to save him,
eventhough it was too late.

They thrived on misunderstandings.
It was the elixir to
his & her volatile lives.
It was their betrothal to transcendence.

I’ll plunge into placid vacuity
and swim among the stars
in search of your abiding eyes.

Crush my soul,
Pour it out into
the gaping
black hole.

I still check intermittently
if there are any message from you,
but the unstably excruciating reality is that there's none and there won't be any in the distorted future; without you.

I perpetually hold on to an illusion of false hope.

Your eyes can implode supernovas,
summon waves at the bottom of the sea;
swallow the abyss in me.

(In)Coherent pulses,
Dreamscapes and landscapes,
Cross fading winds knocking at their  front door
His delirious (un)attempts to slacken back
his mangled froward hair;
she necessituously brushed aside her hair
which made unparalleled intersections
at her forehead which seemed to him like comet tails
intermittently intertweaving within their nebulae
multifaruously forming exquisite cosmic dust
which when he had a whiff,
****** his pitless melon collie into the void.

His fingers brood at the birthmark on her arm.
You're the bridge across
his brokeness and finding himself.
Same blood, same love running
through his veins and every artery.
Breathe life into the pen names of our children.
Widening the gap between
the venerations of his & his faith.

Pulses aching coherently across the stringent,
point decimal of an infinity.

The temple that we laid down
in our past is in ruins,
the goddess has evanesced,
I lay flowers at the feet
of our devotion,
I still pray, with silent hope
that you’ll come back
So we can rebuild
this religion,
that was
You and I.

Sometimes all they’re on the outside
is all they’re on inside.
There’s nothing to dig deep
and search for.
What you see is what you get.

Sometimes the person you fall for isn’t ready to catch you.

As we nose dove into placid waters,
time and the sea froze in remembrance;
silhouettes of men, women and children
paraded towards the horizon,
their bodies, limbs and organs made of
the sand that made the beach
with each step taken west
they dissolved,
the air was thick with salinity and tenderness.

The Sun grew with warmth,
at the exuberance of this melancholic loop,
a helpless witness;
it etched this moment in time into their skulls,
a back-lit memory to never return to what broke them.

The Sun grew louder,
with omniscience.
Time and the sea unfroze,
and we delved deeper
into the mystic in search of ourselves.
The waves retreated in reprieve,
promenaded caskets of their past to the shore.
We realised we were more,
than just survivors in the sea of broken hearts.

Like moth to flames, I am to love.
But I often mistake a spark for a bonfire.

I just want you to unconditionally care,
To treat me as your profound priority and not as one of your undying options,
I don’t believe in hollow words and promises,
I believe in simple grand gestures.

I’m so used to being disappointed that I can’t help but believe
my slivered hopes are bound to never happen,
and I know them to be majestically futile.

I’ll cry a sea of madness
and break down into
raging thunders for
you,
my darling.

But only if the
masts of your ship sails
in the direction of
the voyeuristic wind
that leads into
the uproar of the waves
that will tear you apart
with my volatile love.

She’s thunder; I’m lightning.
And our time signatures are
distinctively offbeat.

Your emotionally dilated eyes,
Your supple rosy lips,
Your star embossed body,
Your sonorous voice,
Your mellifluous music of words,
Your mystical aura,
You’re magic.
Your angel envying face,
Your soaring grace,
Your burning passions,
Your reflecting bliss,
Your besmirching confidence,
Your temporal madness,
Your look of despondecy.
Your rainbow smile.
Your moonbeam walk of life.
Your sunshy love.
Your,
You.

Let us waltz in reticence,

on this ardor lava bed

hand in hand

with our fingers interlaced;

Into the depths of your fervent heart,

I whisper

“This is not the end.”

Fruit flies hover over the corpse of our eclipse
which brush the rusted halo
forming the inner circle of my cigarette.
I encompass you within the palm of my hand
like a squealing baby marsupial.

Be kind.
Be grateful for what you have.
Be soft.
Be helpful because maybe you might be the only one who’d help that one person who deserves it but is afraid to ask.
Be down to earth. Stretch out your hand to everyone who needs to get out of the pit of their problems,
even if it leaves you weary and with scars and bruises.
Love unconditionally.
Do everything expecting nothing in return. Do it cause you love to do it. Stop wasting time with technology, spend it with people who matter and who love and care about you so much.
Even if you’re going through a lot, hold on, things will get better. Somebody will to be your shoulder. Maybe not at the moment. But somebody’s bound to come for you. Always hope.
Never lose hope.
Make your family proud.
Do what you have to do now.
Don’t let go of the people who mean the most to you. But know when to let go, if ever it gets to that point when you just know if you hold on, it’s only going to get toxic.
Do not be egoistic. People are more important than your ego.
Apologise.
Express gratitude.
Relationships are based on small things beside the other things.
Live in the now.
While envisioning your future.
Be passionate. Literally and figuratively.
Never give up on your dreams, no matter what others say.
If it matters to you, it matters.
Forgive.
They’re all human beings flawed, vulnerable, majastic capable of making mistakes just like you do.
Understand.
Don’t let the world change you, don’t be what the world expects you to be. Be want you want to be.
Don’t forget to love yourself.
Love.
Be selfless.
Be grateful everyday.

You make me, me
As much as I can possibly be
Please don’t take that away from me.

If only tears could
wash away
our sadness
and love could
fill the emptiness
in our broken hearts.

Maybe when you stop writing about her/him,
When every dead letter is no longer addressed to her/him.
When you stop hoping that she/he is the recipient of your bottled up feelings as a message in a bottle.

Or maybe,
You will not.
A part of them will always linger, she/he will be braided with your emphatic soul.
She/he will be the ember that slowly fades with the darkness, but still remains as remnant ashes.
Maybe you just learn to unlove her/him.
But deep down you know,
you will always love her/him.
She/he is,
Sempiternal.