Child without a voiced
Love without a target
Misdirected guidance
Are all the same Requirements

Everything's gone
Nobody's here
I need help but I am so alone
The screams are so loud inside of my head
And nothing seems to stop them, unlike before
It escalates so quickly
I don't even have time to think
Everyone's absent
Nothing is here

your cheery smiles and bright enthusiasm
propel me

your blessed souls and beautiful hearts
push me

your wonderful sense of camaraderie
helps me

you have been a great part in shaping my life
i know our time was brief
but you struck a chord in my heart
you have been nothing but great

does absence make the heart grow fonder?
only time will tell

but i say this to you:
keep radiating your joy to others
for the things you've done,
i will not forget

may we keep in touch
i'd love to hear from you

These past nights I've been waking up from nightmares to the wind howling against my window; it's almost as though it's begging me to let it in so that it can whisper in my ears not to miss you. That's all I know how to do these days, other than search for the man on the moon and ask him how he copes with the loneliness. But even the moon reminds me of you; there's something about the glow that makes me think of your smile. The craters that remind me of the dimples in your cheeks. I wish I could tell you how much I miss you. But I can't make words out of this ache in my chest and I wish you were feeling this too so that I could know that at least my love was strong enough to make you feel something other than regret.

The absence of something
Anything, nothing, everything...
Is feasting on the tissues of my petal of a mind.
Small and unconscious of the harshness that is ahead.
Simultaneously planning my inevitable end-
Like a budget-less bash.

Growing up in an empty house
you learn a thing or two about survival
as your bones grow stronger and your heart grow sturdier
independence is the only word you know
sometimes you get confused between loneliness and alone
but you stand upright no matter how hard the rain pours or the wind blows
it comes a time when festivities draw near;
the bells are jingling, Christmas carols are playing
and you sit there lonely, and alone
that the empty house you grew in
stays quiet for the evening -

To write love on her arms
You take your finger
And leave prints all over her heart
You fill her mind with flowers
Her stomach with butterflies
You fuel her energy
With hopes and dreams about the future
And then
You stop watering her flowers
You rid of her garden
And the butterflies migrate
To a happier place
You no longer fuel her body with love
But with absence

To write love on her arms
You give her every memory
Every word you never meant
And to write it,
The knife

my lips are tied
and eyes are numb
coz my lips always lied
impersonating me to be a ****

lies were told
and you believe it all
truth is yet to unfold
I'm already at a fall

your mind acted rational
while the heart acted dumb
lies you believed were intentional
but failed to read my eyes getting numb

my heart wasn't prepared
to unveil my feelings to you
so to my friend's heart I spared
coz he loved you too!!!

sorry if I hurt you
this situation was a bit new
YOU were not a trophy to be given
for this I must never be forgiven!!!

punish me with all you have
your absence is my reward
Really sorry for being a naive
and treating you like an award

my heart is crying
can you hear its sob
the time is running
can you hear its tic-tock
tic-tock... tic-tock...