he puts his incomplete thoughts
in Ziploc bags
and eats them at midnight.

your arms is corded with veins
so alluring and ****
i want to trace them with my finger
until i get lost along the way

all i ever wanted to do is
fall asleep on your chest
whilst listening to your heartbeat
as if it is a lullaby.

as I leafed through the pages of your sketchbook,
i can't helped but leave my mouth hanging
i am transported to every wonders of the world
from each page

whilst staring at your work
i can feel the emotions and feelings
that were present when you drew them
the lightness of the strokes
the heaviness of the shades

I'm tired of searching for meanings!
I'm tired of questioning my feelings!
I'm sick of justifying my sayings!
I'm jaded of trying to find reason for silly things!
                        I ask you people!!
What makes simplicity removed from your dictionary!
What makes life equal to death!
What makes innocence equal to drama!
What makes Love equal to naivety!

When there is no answers to those questions.....

Then....

Clumsiness is a clue!!!!

passion wasn’t in your dictionary
even though
you tried to show me
time and time again
that it was

and thats fine
because at least you tried
to show me
the blank space
where passion
was supposed to be

Walmart doesn't sell Dictionaries anymore,
but they sell emoji stickerbooks.