The lights dingles,
Above the head of a two
Who's in love
Who's after one another

But as the lights get dimmer
And the space grow further,
Between them

They were in love
Yet,
They fall apart

They have one mind
In history,
Politic,
Art,
Poem,
Love,
But never one mind
In priority.

He has an eye for the future,
And she,
She just long for him, in the present

They are:
The two matching puzzles,
The two pair in love,
Yet,
They are the souls that never meant to be together.

I love everything about her

She is a good girl
She loves poems
She loves funny jokes
She loves reading
She loves stargazing
She loves cooking
She loves her family
She loves her friends
She loves dogs
and I love her

But she loves her boyfriend.

We were just there.
sitting side by side.
no words were thrown.
only the silence haunting us.

"Is this it?" I asked, breaking the silence.
"What?" you responded.
"The end of us. I thought we were more than this".

There was a long pause, so suffocating before you answered.

"We were never more"
You could not see me in the eyes.
"Our minds were always entangled together, but my heart told me that we were never that deep to call anything that we used to have.......ours"

"Don't you love me? Love....us?"

You finally put up your face, staring right into my soul.

"I loved us" you smiled, weakly

"That feeling was our escape from the world, it was a place where we can be us and love each other, but it was never meant to be our home"

I don't need to take
a sip of morning coffee
because the lingering taste of your lips
has been keeping me awake

A paradigm shift
In between time
And space aligned
A pitch, dark void

Wheeled by the stars
Powered by gravity
I felt myself
As a part of the abyss

The depths of our existence is intense
I once fell for your light
Now I linger in your dark
Painting your beauty with sorrow

The emptiness is addicting
To witness it being fulfilled
By every single thing
But your lost love

I was drunk from all the matters
High from all of your energy
There was no fear, no pain
Only the haunting memories of you, infinitely

Love is not a choice to begin with
People might say that you have control over it
But I don't
I never wanted to love her
But I did

She might not be the prettiest
But she smiles the brightest
She might not be athletic
But she is funny and tells great jokes

I still love to see
All the goofy faces that she made
She made sure that everyone knows how happy she was
With all the comedy and happiness in her life
Spread to the whole world

She is both a flower and art to me

Deep in her roots, she keeps all the lights
Enjoying the flowers does not mean you have to pick them up
You watch as they bloom
Grow and become beautiful
The process is what I cherished the most

Art does not have to look pretty
It only needs to have meaning
She gave meaning to my life
She gave me different perspective on how to live life
She made me breathe different kind of joy

To love her is never a choice
But to let her go is
I can't let the skies, the universe, and all the cosmos
Telling me when it is going to happen
When you put it into perspective
It is either let go and be free
Or cling to someone which you already know what the final answer might be

I understand that letting someone you love go is difficult
Because when you really love someone
You also gave her part of you
A stray of your life
And as you see her go away
You're not getting it back
The part of your life that you gave stay with her for the rest of her life
Even after you have moved on
Or forever fallen apart
It stays as a reminder
Of what could have been
Or should have been
And whatever it was that happened between the two

She does not need me to bring her flowers
She will stay and plant her own garden for her
Decorating her life, love, and soul
Creating a sanctuary
Of beauty and felicity

I have no business staying with you in the first place
But as the saying goes
Love is not a bandage to cover up the wounds
To love does not mean you have to have her in your arms
To love does not mean you have to be loved back
To love means to understand the unconditional nature
To love means that even though you are separated, nothing will ever changed





And to let you go never means that I will love you less

This is the kind of the night
where I can see the constellations bright
wishing to see the reflections of their light
directly from your beady eyes

Feeling the light breeze on my ear
pretending that it was you
whispering close to me
knotting the words 'I love you'

Not a single day goes by
without you in my imagination
the thoughts of your smile
resembling sunbeams in the summer

Know that we are looking at the same sky
just without your hand in mine
without your head on my chest
without you is just where I am

I close my eyes, for the million times
feigning that the distance is not real
fabricating the idea of just us
staring and kissing into the end of the night