the moon is gone
and the crescent my fantasy
for so long, never seeing you
the time has finally come
for me to have forgotten your face
when night is risen and moon is full
i imagine you there
your soft, beautiful face
gorgeously round and pointed and soft
the arch of your brow
and your wailing eyes
digging so deep into my own
that in my reflection yours are buried
formed from little craters and debris
historically indifferent
they must be your eyes
i was crying the last time i looked at you
you staring at me, indifferent, remorseful
i am crying now, looking at the moon
it must be you up there
eight months and twelve days
june twenty-eighth
july nineteenth
i hate that i can't remember your face
and i mourn you still
just by looking up
to that same moon
i fear the day that i might see you again
that i may be reminded of your gentleness
that i may hear the nectar of your voice
i can never stop myself from you
can never hold back from admiring you
in my entirety, you, the moon
my only beacon, beloved anchor
but the moon is gone
and the crescent only my fantasy

"Thought I found a way, a way out, but you never go away...
So, I guess I gotta stay.
Isn't it lovely, all alone, heart made of glass, my mind of stone, tear me to pieces, skin and bone."
"Somethings on my mind, Need to get out my headspace..."

Tear me to pieces, rip me apart, kiss me slow, hold me down, and touch me low.
Feel the flow. Gradually pulling you towards me.
Holding you close. Take me out of my head space.
I don't know what feels true.
Let me crawl inside your veins.
Hide you away, lock you up in my treasure chest.
Keep you, you're mine.
Take my wall down, let's do the unthinkable, I think I'm ready...
I learnt to lose, can't afford to anymore.

there's something with the way
your mind works
how you see the world
with your jaded lens
& how those lazy eyes
would glance and tickle
the fabrics of my soul.
i drank your silence
like heavy liquor
and it destroyed me
yet i still succumbed
to the fantasy

the air is always lifted
differently when you
walk into the room
& my blood will always
dance, everytime
you open your mouth
ill always be looking out
in this kaleidoscope
of chances and changes
ill always think about
simply holding your hand

It never takes much
I wonder what I could possibly do to impress her
She's plucking gold threads in the air
Bits of string she finds hanging all around her
When she's flying like that
When she's hanging like that
Even her feet trace above my head

When she's human
I feel sick
Because I feel lucky

You know those wraps on her wrists
She keeps them bound up for a reason
She needs the memory, but it's not for me

She's not like me
So distinctive, in all the ways she knows
In all the lines she's memorized
And in that saccharine emulsion
Still seeping from her
I hate the taste of it

Gently floating on the breeze
Walking across lilies
I wonder what I could possibly do
To impress her.

To wish upon a raven
One must first grow its wings

To wish upon a raven
Waste not time on petty things

To wish upon a raven
One must know how it feels

To soar above the heavens
To feel freedom and know fear

To wish upon a raven
Knowing suffering is key

To wish upon a raven
Knowing tragedy of banshees

How they wail, how they groan
The very song, the very tone

Setting loose the sorrow
Sending warnings to the free

To wish upon a raven
You have to understand

That sometimes you’re the omen
Of bad luck and stories planned

To wish upon a raven
Ignorance you overcome

And if you wish upon a raven
The raven you become

As I walk through the Bush
Behind my house
I see galaxies
On the ground
And constellations hanging in
The trees
Shining bright
Day or night.

I am a human
Butterfly
As I mature
As I wise up
My wings
Emerge from my
Shoulder blades
And grown
Soon as I age
The colours
Of my wings are
More colourful
Intense
And strong.
Readying me to fly.

Herald of the sacred keep
Thunder in his gilded hand
Stirring all the souls who weep
Into realms of floating sand

What was warm that night
Was not the fire but his touch
What was bright that night
Was not the starlight but his face
What was deep that night
Was not the ocean but his eyes
What was sweet that night
Was not only berry but his words...
Not our first touch but still new
Not out first hangout but still fun
What was new that night
Was not the location but our love
He gave me all I wanted...
He was my Edward who will wait thousand years...
He was my prince charming even if he knew I ain't Cinderella..
Loved me dawn to dusk and
he held my hand
Coming close to me
Only one thing I felt
Wet....
What? .........
'hey wake up... It's late already'
A voice of my mom
Water in my face....
The story of my life....
Water dried but he still stayed...
My imaginary boyfriend