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…

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.

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

i have fallen in love with art
and can't help but wonder
what comes first:
the madness or the art?
it seems like
the two are tragically entwined.

eyes like the forest
mysterious and inviting
draw me close
until i am lost.

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

I tried my best to rekindle our fire;
You just watered down all my attempts.


All efforts were futile.

A beautiful maiden
guided by the moonlight
hunting in the dark woods
with nothing but
her arrows and pride.

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

The clocks in our hearts were in sync;
We felt it.
Too bad it wasn't our time.

If I were a painter,
he would definitely be my muse.
But amidst the shades
of black, gray, and blue
there wouldn't be
a color dark enough
to match the sadness
in his eyes.

☔

I'll be your guide home when you're lost in a sea of thoughts.

She is an ocean
But don't be fooled by the beauty
For she has turbulent currents
Flowing beneath her calm surface
And violent waves
That can swallow you whole.

My mind escaped my body
so lost along with the burning passion I was feeling

Stomach filled with butterflies
my cold fingertips tracing your warm skin
nails digging on your back
leaving satisfied marks

Lips swollen and quivering
moans muffled
and my heart on fire

This is how you make me feel
This is what you do to me
This is how you stir up the sinner in me

I fell
for kind words
that came from
deceitful lips.

She is a beautiful house full of secret rooms and intimidating paintings on the walls that would make you uncomfortable.

Only a few people get to feel like home.

The downside
of falling in love
with people
who make you feel
sparks
and fireworks
in your heart
comes
when they leave you
with nothing but
ashes and smoke.

Sunday morning
all is peaceful and quiet
I was drinking coffee
while skimming the morning paper
Listening to the cars
roar in the distance
You came out of the bedroom
yawning, stretching
looking cute with your bed hair
Eyes squinting
Adjusting to the sunlight
You made your way to the kitchen
poured yourself a cup of coffee
and took a seat across from me
We just stared
Studying each other
Not a single word uttered
We sat still in silence
a comfortable one
Few minutes passed
You looked a way
licked your lips then smirked
Often
I daydream about
doing a lot of things to you
I wonder
Are you thinking
the same way I do?

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.

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

Every time I rest my head on his chest, I could hear echoes of all the people who had let go.

Who bled first?
Was it me
or you?
Does it even matter
which of us
stabbed the other first?

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.

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

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

I wish I could hear you;
Saying my name
the way I say yours,
with want,
with need.

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

she cries an ocean
every night
when she's in bed;
the deeper it gets
the more she forgets
how to swim.

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.

he is the one
who brings the sun to shine

he is the ink
that dances across the pages
giving birth to beautiful poetries

he makes great symphonies
with his lyre he'll give you a show

he can bestow you great health
but try not to anger him
for you may suffer the plague he brings

it has been a great day
but it's time for him to go

he'll be back tomorrow
with more symphonies
and poetry for show

wielding his silver bow and arrow
while riding his sun chariot across the sky
you will easily recognize him
he is the god Apollo.

I'm sorry
I keep comparing
you and everything we have
to the ghosts
of my past.

Stormy skies
and dark waves
invading the shore

The ocean seems unsettled tonight.

she is
a pretty little flower
but beware
of the poison
that runs deep
in her roots.

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

i’m never going to be your dream girl
i have sharp edges
and bones too strong from all the breaking they did

but i like that you still try
i like that you still hold my hand
i like that still you look at me
and when you do
i sometimes see what i could be

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.

"Goodbye", he said quietly.

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

Sometimes
I tend to forget
and become too careless;
I let my guard down
and let someone in
far enough
To break my heart

Each time
I tell myself
I will never
let it happen again

With each lesson learned
My armor strengthens
And I hope it’s hard enough
To not let it happen again.

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

we were like two stars
shining and burning the brightest

years later we started
colliding and consuming each other

and after the impact
we faded to nothing
but whispers in the dark

Another day
spent
writing sad poetry
about
Y O U.

He held her hand and promised her the moon and stars. Now she can't look up at the night sky because the moon and stars are still there but he's not.

He met her
and all the wars
inside him grow silent.

He loved her
and that's when he realized
she's the only thing
worth the pain of
****** hands, broken bones and bruised skin.

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.

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

I have this habit of starting wars with myself and sometimes in the end I don't know whether I've won or lost.

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

Though it was more of a dare than a question.

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.

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.