Even if I can’t have you
In the end, even when my heart is blocked
By the wall of sad connection
I will love you
In this place
where I can just watch you
Because you’re my everything

i loved you so much that it was hard to see
how we were not meant to be.
i looked up to you alot that i didn't realize
you left me to rot whenever i fall.
i wanted you so bad it was so easy to see
you and i were not meant to be.

y.m

love is when you see the beauty within a face full of pimples,
the light shining so bright on your other, despite the heavy rain
the insignificant touches, glances, grazes, chuckles and giggles
the significant madness, misery, glares, curses and screams
but then you turn back, say you're sorry and make up again.

love is when you feel like you've done no wrong but you give in,
it is when you turn the lights off for the other who is sleeping
the off days you spend at parks and lake sides
and the lunch hours you give up to say what you have in mind.

"I love you, I love you, do you love me too?"
Said the other on desperate measures,
the flowers and chocolates you buy just to please her.
The infinite amount of kisses on a sad night,
the hugs and blankets to keep her from fright.
"I love you, I love you, baby good night.
I hope you love me too, I hope you sleep tight."

It's the last night before one leaves to university,
it's the last kiss before the last night ends, surely
you've wondered why they'll have to go,
what can you do, and can you follow?

it's the last hug, the last touch, the last laugh and the last smile,
that you'll ever get to see, in probably a very long time.
it's that last physical feeling you feel in through out your body,
its the pain, the joy, the suppressed happiness and the misery
that you felt when and before you first met her.

that's what love is.
and that's how it goes on,
and never ends.

y.m

Dedicated to Farrah.

why do people think that the world revolves around themselves? why do people have this perspective of the world, that one day, the sun's rays are going to die off and never come back, and we'll have no sunshine and a way of life?

why do people think that what goes around comes back around? not everything and anyone are capable to come back after every bad and good incident? why do people think that just because there is one bad person who broke your trust and your strength, the rest of your life and whoever enters it will be bad? what about the good people? will the good people return after death and embrace you in their broken bones? will that ever satisfy your desires?

when my friends talk about you,
my heart stops,
and no words come out.

but when i am with you,
my heart thumps,
and my actions & words get loud.