She’s not too quiet.
It’s just that you haven’t been listening carefully enough.
Look into her eyes and you will hear how loud her soul screams.

I unpacked my bags so quickly for someone who has a hard time staying.

“But can you love me? ” she asked quietly.

Though it was more of a dare than a question.

Her body was a temple
but her mind and heart are in ruins.

After a while, you'll get used to being a shipwreck but there will be days that you'd feel that sinking feeling all over again.

He was a thief;
Stealing time he wasn't supposed to give to her.

He isn't just a book. I can't sum him up in a novel with limited chapters or words. He is an entire library, filled with shelf after shelf of books of adventures and magic. And it would be the greatest gift to spend the rest of my life, reading every single one of his amazing books he holds inside of him.

"Goodbye", he said quietly.

Just like that, she was a ghost.
And he had walked right through her.

Before you take a bullet for someone you love ask yourself first if they would take a bullet for you too.

She had turned her mind into a museum of people she had loved. And all the memories she had shared with them adorned the walls.

She would drive her white chariot of the moon across the sky each night. He would do the same thing each morning with his golden sun chariot.

The day and the night maybe in love but those stories never ended well.

I fell
for kind words
that came from
deceitful lips.

I will love you in the same way
the planets orbit around the sun;
without any intention to stop.

Just when her
jagged pieces
joined with his;

he journeyed elsewhere.

I am in love with the big bad wolf that prowls my neck and howls between my legs.

He has big eyes made to see my reaction as those teeth bite into the tender flesh of my throat and my, if you knew what he did with those claws of his…

She has cold hands
that write warm words.

we are artists
in love
with the art
we see
in each other.

I'm not the smoke that filled your lungs.
I was just the cigarette **** that you threw away.

I remember
you once said,
"I want to go somewhere far away."
but it never crossed my mind
that you were about to go somewhere
I wouldn't be able to follow.

Someday,
I would finally stop
writing about you.
Someday,
you won't have
that kind of power
over me anymore.

All the high walls I built
came crashing down
the moment that five-letter word
left your mouth.

Say what's on your mind.
For the things we keep inside
will pass and become ghosts
that will haunt us
for the rest of our lives.

I dwell on the past because it's the only place where I could find you.

He broke all the clocks at his home because waiting for her for so long made time too much to handle.




She doesn’t wear watches anymore. She’s given up on waiting for him to come back home.

It's been months
but my body still shivers
from the chill of your absence.

Most days
I feel like an abandoned house
on an empty street
and all I want to do is collapse.

I ache from all these paper cuts I got from every letter I have written you.

She was eighteen and seated at the edge of someone’s bed;
wordlessly begging them to make her stay the night.

Now that you’ve found new love,
what are you going to do to ruin it?

The wolves keep eating the sheep I count at night.

Another day
spent
writing sad poetry
about
Y O U.

I am not
a damsel in distress.
I need no saving
from the tower that I built.

I knew it was bound to end.
I just wish we had more time.

I’ve longed for you
on nights that go on and on
But now
your face is nothing but a blur,
a memory fading away.

Maybe what he felt
was nothing but a fleeting desire.
Maybe he just needed company
because he was feeling lonely at that time.

I thought I couldn’t be terrified or hurt anymore.
I suppose that’s how it is.
You’ve already been so damaged
that damage itself
makes you feel safe and comfortable.

Hell exists.
Yes, I’ve felt it.
3 A.M.
When I’m wide awake and you’re not here.

All the high walls I built
came crashing down.
The moment those words I’ve waited so long to hear
left your mouth.

I can’t remember
the last time I mentioned your name
And now it feels weird
saying it
It’s like venom
escaping my lips
Like a curse
a word I should not speak of.

Remember him?
The one with the cute smile
The one with art on his skin –
a walking masterpiece;
The one you chased for years
only to give up
Because the truth finally dawned on you
that it’s pointless
going after someone
who will never notice –
nor adore you the way you’ve adored him
all those years.