you broke me.

i cried for days & nights

& then one day
i said no more.

no more checking your social media
to see the new girl you followed
no more sending you paragraphs
explaining my love for you
no more calling & leaving voice mails.

most importantly,
no more crying over someone
who doesn’t love me the way i love them.

goodbye, i wish you the best

I am pathetic
I will fall for anyone
Who is nice to me.

the phrase, "right people wrong time"
is completely
*******.

timing will never be right.
we cannot just keep waiting for the right moment

if someone is worth it, then trust me
go for it & do not look back

because one day, even if it is years from now
you do not want to look back & feel the regret
of pushing away the person you wish you kept.

The only thing I’ve ever known to love was you
The only person who ever came close to loving me was you

& now I stare up at the big blank canvas of the night
With stars so vast they speak to us in their loneliness ...
Twinkle twinkle little star.. how sad yet so beautiful
I think I just might howl at the moon let my feelings out..
Looking all around me not a soul in sight
Inside my heart lays hallow
But I won’t wallow

It’s all just a temporary feeling,
fleeting anyway.

Remember when we used to lay down on the field, looking up until we see clouds?
Then we create faces like we were a poet trying to say the words from our mouth but only laughter that came out.

Remember when we stayed up all night,
telling stories that were probably weren't real but we did it for our scaredy *** and couldn't sleep that night?
We were like directors trying to create some corny horror scenes from our head but our pants ended up filled with ***.

Now, when I look up to the clouds,
I see our childhood painted in pure white and I  paint them in my empty dusty canvas that I found  in my basement.

why did i have to lose you to realize i loved you?

i was in love with you. and you is not you anymore. you’ve changed. the you i loved died and now my love is dead. you is dead. and there is nothing i can do to bring it back to life.

the only place where i can be with you again is in my dreams. nowhere. everywhere. innocent and harmful.

i will never forget you. you’ll always live inside me whether i want it or not.

      To you, who is now dead
                           this is my final goodbye
                                                     Rest in peace

He is the muse.
A constant variable,
A short fuse.
Absence unbearable,
The great unknown.
Love, out-
grown.

He is the bass.
A deeper vibration,
A song written in space.
A sober libation,
Divine flaws.
Cue the
applause.

He is the sun,
But above all, the rain.
A planned hit-and-run,
Un-navigable terrain.
Six feet, three inches.
Distraught, fresh
stitches.

He is the ebb,
But also the flow.
A tangled web,
Fresh footprints in snow.
A new way to break.
The most deliberate
mistake.

He is the rose,
The rose-less thorns.
Interminable prose,
Angel-grown horns.
Tables now turned.
Bridges skillfully
burned.

He is the mirror,
She finally faced.
An image drawn clearer,
Adoration misplaced.
Ego crumbled.
Three words,
mumbled.

It seems as if everyone has someone but me
All I have is my art
It get pretty lonely here
I can't fall asleep next to my art
I can't surprise my art with flowers
I can't confide in my art
It seems as if I'm the only one forgotten about
All I can do is feel
But I don't know if I want to feel anymore

Your hair so soft
Your smile so sweet
Your teeth gleam white
You laugh with me