Prologue //
Love is a myth and we are broken records of repeated mistakes. There is no point chasing after something that doesn't exist, and you can put the pieces of a broken vase together again but it will never be the same.


Chapter One //
I played it cool, but deep down, I wanted to know how perfect would feel like with your lips on mine. I craved for your touch like the night yearning for the moon.


Chapter Two //
I spent days trying to find the perfect way to ask you out after our first kiss for you were a map to hidden treasure, and I wanted to be the first to find it. You had that glow, and I fell in love with the way you could make my heart race with just a simple "hi"


Chapter Three //
I burned every novel in the world that told me love was only a state of the mind, an illusion. Because I could have sworn I saw you in my dream, but there you were, even when I'm wide awake.


Chapter Four //
The sun had set but why was it still so bright? That was when I realized it wasn't the sun, but you. The light you carried blinded me and all I could see was you. My voice trembled and I squeaked out a shaky "Be mine?"


Chapter Five //
You said "yes".


Chapter Six //
I thought I was the only one who felt like we were growing distant until we were oceans apart. Or maybe we were both living on the other side of the mirror.


Chapter Seven //
Our greed had left a painful scar, now I gotta let you go. I was sure this was the end for the both of us.


Chapter Eight //
My heart refused to say goodbye even though my mouth already did.


Chapter Nine //
The clock struck 12:00AM on the 13th of that month. Immediately, regrets flowed like an erupted volcano and pride killed me slowly for the next 23 hours, 59 minutes. I made a mistake.


Chapter Ten //
You took me back in a heartbeat and I carved a promise in my heart to burn my greed in the flames of your love


Epilogue //
Time forgot to tell me that promises are dust meant to be swept away and that it is useless to attempt to catch smoke. But my love will still be aflamed, even if I have to remove traces of my footprints from your heart

Expectation....
As you draw in the warmth from the blistering ember
you will travel a road that I know you'll remember.
Make sure you're comfy in your night-time attire
as you open the book beside this open fire.

You sit here alone reading by candle's glow
your design on this journey that these pages will show.
You flick through the prologue so ready to start
Unknown roads stand before me, so now I depart.

I relish, these words that are so well designed.
Passing such crafted visions into embracing mind
and so were away, as I follow the text,
full of anticipation at what to expect.

Onward....
What is it I cannot see, it hovers vaguely up ahead, shadow stalk, lingering round, vanishing with words un-said.
Uncertain, I do forge ahead, my passage-way remains un-blocked
a beating heart is all I hear and fear is certainly unlocked.

Expeditions must proceed as I try hard not to sway.
With words un-aired but swiftly told with handful gesture as I pray.
I want so much not to be afraid, such horrors keeps my mind engrossed
Reluctantly I turn the page, clinging to this paper host.

Continuing through this written course, what must I cater for ahead,
from words that I cannot divorce. Is Shelley's monster still un-dead.
Standing just outside the grasp of shadows moving through the night
with Frankenstein will I relapse? Shall Dracula cause early flight.

Has Jeckyll change into his Hyde? The only way to surely know,
Is carry on till journeys end, continue forth and watch the show.
Should I force this cover shut or should I just continue on.
My fear maybe sounds absurd as I escape from Chapter one?

How can I be afraid to read?
They're merely words from someone's mind.
Fictitious lines from crafters pen,
why then am I in this bind?

This fear I have is very real
as images do start to brew.
So curious I have no choice,
my course is clear- Chapter two

Painful Endurance....
It seems so long ago to me since first I opened this
Cover up and looked inside to see things I don't want to miss.
I've travelled through such horrors in the Chapters I have delved.
If foresight was ahead of me this novel would be shelved.
This truly was not on my mind when this work I did desire
but I worry that I shan't get back home to sit beside my fire.

Darling the closer I get to insanity the closer possibly I'm getting to the coastal shores of wherever chance causes us to migrate.
Dont ever weep uselessly, sunshine.
The sky is on your side.
I lick the raindrop drip
                                      drip
                                             dripping from the eyes of heaven
and tear my gaze down to earthy you,
all sweater-bundles of cats faces
and orange furriness
and black frames

For you I was a chapter
A part of your life so brief,
You had no idea you stole
My heart so quickly like a thief

For me you were the book
I kept turning page by page
Never even imagining
By the end you’d disengage

Each sentence I read was delicate
Like a sweet melody of words
You and I were free to fly
As free as two blue birds

I thought the book would
Never end, and go on forever
But you shut the book tightly
And now my heart is severed.

You left me all alone
With just the pages to mend
Together my broken heart
Why oh why did it have to end?

So many stories are alike,
With only a few small differences to count them apart.
Still they are far from the same.
My story may sound like yours,
But we've got different chapters in between.
And the ending's not settled.

Now where to start? At the start or the last point I'll make?
I'll just try my best to make some sense.
Have I not been the same or has everyone changed?
I wanted the world to stop when it started to crash.
I don't know how nor when but my motivation
has simply drifted asleep and left my eyes wide open and worried
I try to think of something, a simile, a metaphor,
a "like" or "as" but i cant help but stutter and realize
nothing I've ever known can compare to this chapter of me

My thoughts have left me and buried me as I did to them
And just as before, they find  way to dig themselves back up
I can drown them out with another digital whatever
or another episode of a show which I'll laugh for a few moments
or maybe I'll just let them roam free and I will
explain just what these thoughts are or at least try
in the start of this chapter of me.

In the day which feels like yesterday, something happened.
I've tried finding a chorus that described how i didn't fight
and the constant thoughts have dragged me back into the cave
I've been working so hard to get out of. You didn't mean for this, of course I know nobody does. And I lost the map in the storm.
I don't want you in my life but i find you in nearly every minuet of it.
So I'm sorry if I don't return the smile, or the small wave,
if i try to avoid, and i know I'm breaking
because that's the theme in this chapter of me.

But as I go throughout the day, I cant help but wear a pathetic face
one that says "I'm here and I have a problem call me out
so that way I have an excuse to vent."
I know full well that it wont work but what else is there to do
simply another motif in this chapter of me.

I'll turn away now and try to get my heart pumping again
as I look away. I'm afraid to do a lot of things
But as I turn back to that person only for a second,
praying that maybe you'll hear my internal speech,
I want to pull you aside and explain how if there is
any part of you that wants to try again, just know that
there's still room for you in this chapter of me

Be My Chapter

I want to be a chapter in your life.
Is it so much for me to ask?
I want to be the favourite chapter
That you anticipate for every time,
But being just A chapter will do.
Let our histories interact,
If only for a while.
We might just be the plot twists
That set the story on fire.

Be but a chapter, nothing more,
For my story revolves around another face,
But our stories aren't on the same page yet.
So be my chapter while I wait,
Keep the story interesting.