The future I once saw so clear,
Now fades like fog that’s drawing near.
A map I thought I had in hand,
Has turned to dust, like shifting sand.

I thought I'd know just where to go,
But now the path's a haze, a glow.
I used to dream with steady hands,
Now I’m caught in shifting sands.

The road ahead feels far away,
And I can’t tell what’s night or day.
Where I’m going? I can’t say—
I’m just trying to find my way.

But maybe that’s okay, I think,
To not have answers, pause, and blink.
The future’s blurred, but still I move,
Even if I don’t quite prove,
That I know where I’m meant to be,
I’m learning how to just be free.

The one that glows up the starry night sky
the one that I love from a far
I said beauty is subjective
That's why I don't mind you having full of scar.

So beautiful for me...
that I can't even visualize myself being with you.
But, you know what - I just realized...
Having you beside me,
makes me think that this might be a fantasy.

I told myself that I will support her on her journey, while I battle mine.
I even tell her that she can lean on me, if she will let me.
And let her know that I can be her Pandora's box if, she will open her heart for me.
I was helping her to be a better version of herself –
in the occurrence that she's unwell; until someone intruded.

lusting for an antidote
for the feelings i constantly feel.
but, i fear of letting go
and that's a step i need
in order to heal.

I've attempted to hide the fact that I'm suffering from a broken heart.
During these periods of creating work, though, I would never disguise that.
With this poetry, I promised myself that I would always be the true me.
And on nights like these, I'm particularly aware of the pain.
I'm taking a step ahead in my healing, yet I'm feeling stifled.
I'm constantly worried that I'll be attacked.
Malicious intent no longer surprises me.
The honorable percent, on the other hand, has shocked me.
It's becoming increasingly difficult for me to place my trust in others.
It's hard to trust folks when they're the ones who broke my heart.
I'm looking for deep, meaningful friendships.
But I can't manage to discover people who are worthy of my expressions or who are eager to participate in them.
I'm constantly replaying these exchanges in my thoughts.
When I say things out loud, I get the impression that no one is listening.
I suppose I'm sick of being my own friend.
I'd like to give this loneliness a name.

I feel the weight, the pull, the strain,
Caught between the loss and pain.
I know the road is mine to find,
But every turn just twists my mind.

I’m capable, I know I’m strong,
But here I stand, like I’ve been wronged.
The world spins on, a dizzying chase,
No matter how I fight, I’m out of place.

I’ve seen the signs, I’ve known the way,
But something always leads me astray.
Time moves forward, I stay behind,
A silent witness to my mind.

Still, somewhere deep, I feel the spark,
Not from the stars, but from the dark.
I’ll find the crack, I’ll break the door,
And rise again, stronger than before.

For though it feels like I’m stuck inside,
I hold the key, I won’t hide.

A mind free from doubt is frankly cocky
So active that they could feel cut out when things come dreary
But li'l did you know
They are driven, by the need for attention.
Sightless for not seeing the truth behind hauty demeanor.

I know u were broken from the beginning,
And maybe that's why with u I'm forgiving.

Now,
far from the beauty
he used to tread with me.
No light I am able to see.
Blinded from my ignorance
I demise on this profound path of anguish and agony.

Someone's stalking
and
Someone's falling

Love.
Always unrequited,
Either stay or go
Goodbye.

Being alone doesn’t matter,
I put everything into leisure,
and slowly forget things that engulfed
my mind and ease my distress
while looking for positivity.

U and I were both vulnerable.
the reason why are hearts remain broken and can't find a cure.

Everything seems fine,
at least that’s how it looks from the outside.
But honestly, I can’t help feeling like there’s more to it than what meets the eye.
It’s easy to look at other people and think they’ve got everything together, that they’ve got it all figured out.
But I wonder sometimes if they’re just hiding what’s really going on, because I know I’m not the only one who’s struggling.
We all have our own stuff going on, even if no one sees it.

I wanna taste more of what is true
and live like I’ve got nothing to prove.
You’re the heartbeat right here in my chest.
The air I breathe, not anything else.