if i could experience it all over again
even with every ounce of pain
and each waking moment of ache
i would not think twice
i would do it in a heartbeat
for you, for us.


you're the only one worth of all this torture.

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

If love had another name, this could be it.
I realized this last night;
when I thought of a distant memory.
We were both drunk;
pouring our hearts out
talking about how our loved ones
always tend to abandon us and all.
We hoped love could cure it all
but we both know it wasn't enough.
It was never enough
to lift the heavy weight
our hearts and shoulders held.
After thinking back
to the things that had happened,
I came to a conclusion
that it isn't always love itself; sometimes it's the lovers.

I guess
the good thing
about having many scars
is that
new wounds
rarely
leave a mark.

His grip tight enough
to not let my fingers
slip through his
but also loose enough
to let me know
that i should always be ready
because at any moment
he could let go.

Just when her
jagged pieces
joined with his;

he journeyed elsewhere.

find what you love and let it ruin you


a lot of things would **** you
but wouldn't it be
much better to die for —
or to be killed
by something or someone you love?

I met a boy who doesn't want to let anything nor anyone close;
For he is made of ruins and constantly fears that he will destroy everything he touches.

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

His love —
a storm that cannot be calmed;
a war that cannot be ceased.

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

I hope it hits you like a freight train
every time you hear my name
and remember how badly you ****** us up.

Of all the voices
in my head,
yours was my favorite.

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

He had been with a lot of women since her.
But he always finds himself wishing for those women to taste more like her.

He came into my life and suddenly all the love songs made sense to me.

But it was only after he left when I finally understood the sad ones.

I'm not a piece of paper;
You can't fill my emptiness with your words.

i can feel his gaze follow me
inside the room like a wildfire
intense, burning, and unwavering
our eyes met
a spark of mischief glinting in his eyes
igniting a flame within me
and i cursed myself for being
such a **** pyromaniac

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.

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

I've always been scared
of the dark
when I was little.

Years later,
look how
the tables have turned.

Darkness
had become
my home
my solace.

Along with
my demons
that sing me
to sleep
every night.

They will whisper
about our sins
about the way we lust

Let them wonder
about the dark ways
that we love

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

I stopped wanting things I know I can't have a long time ago, but then I met you.

The wolves keep eating the sheep I count at night.

You keep telling me
you miss me
like you meant it
but I know
you only say it
as a form of apology.

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

You said jump
so I did
thinking you'll be with me
but I was wrong
because the hand
I thought was meant
to hold me
was the one you used
to push me.

Oh won't you look at these scars;
A reminder of how things are and aren't.

You just keep finding ways to leave while I struggle to find ways to make you stay.

Out of all the thousand less painful ways to die, he chose love.

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.

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

Maybe we were meant to be a tragedy.
Maybe nothing is really meant to be.
Maybe it doesn't matter.
Not anymore.

Sometimes
it's easier to let go
and let yourself fall
a little deeper
into the darkness

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.

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

She has cold hands
that write warm words.

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

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.