Be careful
  
         for what once makes you feel complete then leaves you feeling empty,
        
              for what burns like branding iron then cools down to be the coldest thing,
            
                   for what once was special then turns out ordinary,

                         for the soft breeze which becomes into a hurricane

                                  and for life which suddenly brings you to death.

You are a novel
gathering dust on my shelf
but not because I don’t want to read
but because I’m afraid
to turn the page,
afraid of how you’ll end

Solitude sits beside me.
I welcome it
the way you'd welcome
a stranger on a bus
with three empty seats,
who chooses the one
right next to you.
And you can do nothing
but smile
and try, numb
to avoid it.

There are walls
Walls you can scale
Some you cannot
Walls you can go around
Some you put up
Its these walls that my fiancé has
And some people peek through
But I tear it down brick by brick
And get nothing but bruised.
Alas! I have made it
But it seems I'm mislead
The person behind it
Is well and truly dead.