i want to fall in love again,
with the only thing that kept me sane,
—books.

i want to fall in love with reading again,
i missed all those days i spent just reading.

where i was drowned in those words,
where i didn’t bothered by others.

where i kicked my feets,
and giggling to myself.

i used to insecure with my readings,
i don’t read much heavy genres,
but then i decided to not give a ****,
because i love reading.

i want to read more so i know more,
so i have more words to write,
so i can feel more things,
so i can think.

My failed interaction turned to a situationship
Now I'm consoling myself, it's not that deep.
Crazy how I thought, finally, she's for keep
In the end, what we sowed is what we reap.

I'm left wondering about my self-sabotage
Although I'm guessing I was never in charge
I fell for you by choice, and that was large
In the grand scheme of things, I'm bizarre.

How can I blame myself for being human?
For a thing that's a minority in my lifespan
This testimony is proof of life's lesson,
But I'm just not convinced enough to learn.

Mirror mirror on the castle wall,
Who's the next to make me beg and crawl?

Books are like the sun’s rays,
Still giving off fingertip warmth,
Though long cut off from the source.

Books are sunlight and Greek silence
Captured in glass firefly jars.