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

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.

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.

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

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

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

She has cold hands
that write warm 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

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


All efforts were futile.

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

Another day
spent
writing sad poetry
about
Y O U.

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.

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.

☔

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 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.

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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.

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

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

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

"Goodbye", he said quietly.

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

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

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

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

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?

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

I fell
for kind words
that came from
deceitful lips.