Grey cobwebs stitched
in your broken handle.
Coal-brown dregs at
the bottom of your heart.
No taste; No sip;—
Only a kiss left on
your solemn cheek.
The curve traced of
chocolate on my jaw,
my lips that soaked
in caramel juice;
All dry;
Covered in dust.
In the depths
of your ceramic
lies the secret truths
that I never knew.
Tell me;—
Tell me,
Why?
Why, just us
lost in the
mist?

do not let yourself fall in love with someone who is similar to me. for someone like myself will kiss you at all of the most beautiful places in the world, just like art galleries, beaches, and sanctuaries, because then you will never be able to visit such places again without having the taste of blood lingering in your lips.

do not let yourself fall in love with someone who is similar to me. if it takes remembering your name among the lonesome souls, i would forget my own if it means remembering yours. i will make you believe that storms are peaceful and that suffering is a pleasure. you will be swept away by the yearning in craving over something that is consistently reaching but never ready to hold you.

do not let yourself fall in love with someone who is similar to me. with someone who are reminiscent like me, i will wreck your home and hurl apologies at you, which will break apart on the floor and hurt you when you walk on them. i will come to fret about having loved you so passionately. i will always be regretful that i gave it my all without stopping to consider that i was becoming increasingly hurting so bad and exhausted. i will always be sorry that i let myself be fooled by the illusion of your love.

do not let yourself fall in love with someone that obviously acts like me—loves like me for the reason that they are all ghosts from the pieces you broke in me. keeping your safe distance from someone like me is not something you should consider doing. people like me are time bombs; when my mission is complete, i will spatter sorrow all over your walls in violent hues that would let you regret your door had never known my name. i'll never master the art of being gentle. despite the weight of our shared history, i would not be flushed away by the chapter of our repressed memories. you will never be free of the shadows you left behind. and the ghosts will forever haunt you.

humans will always find a way to end things and leave.
we always do.

and when i am gone, you will fully understand
the reason why storms are named after humans.

birds alight upon
sutures of a licked-thin night—
tree branch at sunrise.

I loved you for who you are
In times of trouble is there
Ready to fight in gray
For my lover's lair

Sacrifice my happiness
For me not to see your sadness
I love you but what happened?
You fool me your maiden

I thought you will be my knight
With the darkest of night
With those beautiful sight
You leave me alone in the fight

I was betrayed
By you, the lover of mine
Until then, I was never fine
You choose her, I was done

In this battle I lost you
You found someone new
In the castle we build
Tonight I'm alone with no shield

I hope you're happy now
For leaving me behind
For the ties unwind
River of tears in my mind.

When you came to me,
You swept me off my feet
like what hurricanes do,
the one that keeps you afloat
with all that mixtures
of excitements, feelings
and kept you falling.

Eventually, you were a maelstrom,
out of nowhere you stormed in to take away a home
I mended and kept at bay
inside my chest cages.
Yes, you are the form
of every bits that takes away,

Yes you were,
when you left.

Forget about the
tarnished pages, tingy blues,
tattered memories, ties severed, a love that died long ago.

Papers stained of sweaty inks, tear scented poetry,
someone lives
between the lines-
you.

Nothing in the world is mine
Not even my own shadow
For I try to hold my shadow
It either moves away...
Or disappears .....!!

Why then...
Talk about the one I love
Pretty well...knowing...
He will never be mine..!!
It's again ...
Nothing in the world is mine ..!!