you call yourself a hopeless romantic
because you've repeatedly failed at love
but you overlook the fact
that a hundred girls
are fantasizing about you this very instant

you're insecure about your looks
because you were bullied for it long ago
the memories taunt you, haunt you
yet you choose to ignore
how a hundred girls
drool at the sight of your chiseled physique

you think you're not good enough for love
that you won't find the perfect girl
you wont find perfection, that's a fact
but one day when you find the one
she will be perfect for you, and you for her
and the hundred girls will be sobbing,
hopelessly craving your love

from strangers to friends

Friends who talk till their eyes close shut
Friends who laugh till the sun comes out
Friends who cry together till the blue jays wake up

Friends.
Friends.
Friends.

nobody sees it
but it's clear as day

no;
just Friends

At the very start,
I was deep in the water.
Drowning.
You gave me your hand
and you gave me your heart.
You pulled me out
and while catching my breath
I lay on your chest
felt your heartbeat sync with mine
It was beautifully perfect.

Ever since
I blindly trusted you
So the next time
I climb onto the diving board
blindfold on.
I readily jump headfirst.
I knew in my heart
That I would jump into a mysterious blue
and you would save me again
like you did the first time.

Sadly
My frail body did not meet waters.
My skin did not glide against bubbling waves.
but instead
I hit something else.
cold
hard
stone
That shattered me.
That bruised me.
You broke me.
And there my body lay
Flat
on a dry, busted floor.


Where did you go?
Why did you leave?

don't you hide
under that waterline
as light hits
you beautifully shine
don't ever hesitate to fall
crying isn't shameful at all
dear little tear
I sense your fear
you fear the criticizm
the laughs
the ridicule and pain
but know one thing dear friend
you have so much to gain
nature made it this way
let yourself drop free
it isn't a weakness
it makes us stronger, you see
I'd love you to stay
but it's time to say goodbye
you've lingered for too long
you must part from the eye

isn't it wonderful
how a heart can be broken
over and over
and still have power to love.

Here's something about moving on
It isn't pretending the other person doesn't exist
It isn't wiping out the memories
or deleting  pictures and chats
that's too easy

It is in acknowledging their existence
being able to see them
hear their voice
look them in the eyes
and still feel nothing
neither love nor anger, not even sadness...
just nothing

It is in being able to still smile when thinking of the memories
and merely appreciate those moments
and regret not even a minute of it
because they were  special
and taught you so much

It is in being able to face that person
and think "I don't want this anymore"

That's when you can truly say
that you have genuinely moved on

Love
is not
blind.

People are.

those who could not love
are those who could not find
balance
between

their minds
and
their hearts


it is all in the eye of the beholder
it only matters
whether we choose to see it
or not.

7 billion realities
each of us consumed in own own
living in the comfort of our cubicles
playing out our stories
day by day
living so small
in such an infinite universe


7 billion lives
fighting to survive
in this mysterious, vague cycle we label as life
we only see our own perceptions
believe our own deceptions
we all strive for perfection
when perfection doesn't exist.
it is an abstract concept created by man himself
this seed of "idealism" planted into the mind of society
eats away at the purity of the innocence a child is born with
we do not live in a utopia
neither an apocalypse
but in a perfectly imperfect balance
an equilibrium of the two
but we fail to achieve harmony
to find peace
we fail to come together in unity
there are humans but no humanity
all scavenging for scraps of sanity
in a world of madness
in a deranged realm of hunger and greed
in this ephemeral illusion
which will one day cease to exist

where are the lost souls that wish to be found?
where are the voices, that wish to be heard?
where is the love that can stretch beyond the seas and the skies?
where is the good in the power of mankind?
and so I ask, in the name of the people
where are the people?