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

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

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

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.

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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…

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

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

They will whisper
about our sins
about the way we lust

Let them wonder
about the dark ways
that we love

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

Though it was more of a dare than a question.

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?

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

Stormy skies
and dark waves
invading the shore

The ocean seems unsettled tonight.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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.

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

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.

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

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

The wolves keep eating the sheep I count at night.

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

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.

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.