I was addicted to his smell,
but I couldn't help it, he was intoxicating;

His words got me drowning,
not only in thoughts but also in feelings;

He was like a drug.
and I could stop.
I couldn't stop

f
a
l
l
i
n
g

it was like a feeling of adrenaline;

they keep telling me to stop.
that I should leave him be.

and I should've listened, i should have.
because like all other drugs, he was dangerous and wicked.

and he turned out to be toxic for me.

i missed the times where we used to
just watch scary movies and laugh through out it all
instead of being scared;

where we spent late nights on phone calls
and text messages where we
talk about everything and nothing;

where we even notice the small things,
where I paint our moments with a pen and a paper
and you capture it with your camera;

where we can just be happy by doing nothing as long as
we were together;

but we get caught up in the moment of our fights
and misunderstandings;

we started to focus on our differences and
mistaken beginnings;

then just like that our fantasy

c  o  l  l  a  p  s  e  d

with you walking away,
leaving me behind with nothing;

while you walked away with everything.

she glanced at the way he looked at her;
so full of love;
of hurt;

she envies her;
she's jealous of the fact that she can catch his
attention without an effort;

whilst no matter what she do;
he will never notice her;

she wishes to take away all his pain;
but how could she?
she's just another girl from the crowd.

I love.
I weep.
I stumble and fall.
and I rise up;
and experience it all again.

somewhere behind that never ending darkness,
is someone who wants to be loved
and treasured;

someone whose waiting and waiting,
despite of the fact that it's slowly
losing it's last ember;

you can't see it because it's always behind
the shadows,

waiting for the time that you'll gradually
discover its

w o r t h

but can't you see?
that someone is

y
o
u

your heart has been waiting for far too long
to love yourself for once that
it's slowly covered in bruises and scars;

far too long that it's almost covered itself in
a labyrinth of pain with the hopes of
what could've been and
what could never been;

and maybe,
it's finally time to give yourself a
little rest.

these are what remained from the war her heart fought;
these are all what's left and the others crumbled down a lot harsher than you 'atta thought;

these are the ruins of her heart;
shattered and broken and yet still beautiful.

now watch as I bleed out the words
that you've cut from my system;
watch me dig it out from the grave
that you buried me in;
stand and watch as I make a masterpiece
out of the chaos that you have created;
and let's see whose really losing.

you stare at me,
as if i'm a scorching cup of coffee,
that you just can't stand to hold

and so here's an ode
to all stories –
to the old, the new,
and the yet to be written.