I would turn into anything
If he's mine
I would break myself
And bloom flowers
Everywhere he touches
Even my scars
Would flow out honey
Him..
Even hearing his name
Feels like a war
While he's a smelt of revolution
And he's my favourite regret.

What is all the demise count as
When i stand near you
When the day ends
Sprawling near you
You are all i wish to be mine
A picture with you
Which we can look at together
Warmth of your hand
Around my neck
You are all i wish for
my love

the coffee is brewing,
i hear the clock ticking
the vendors outside, doing their part selling
birds calling out to their mates and their mates, responding.
Everything that’s happening around me, I can sense clearly
But what will happen to you and me?
I wish we had eternal clarity.

The coffee did brew, leaving an essence in the air
But the clock is refusing to tick;
refusing to let this moment pass by
giving me chances that I'm refusing to take
chances to be stuck in the moments our eyes met
the vendor's curious silence
curious to see if I'll make a move
the birds and their mates are quiet now
Waiting for us to say to each other-
“I love you..”

i think ill always remember you
sometimes i forget that we dont talk anymore i wished we were still both happy and satisfied with just talking with each other
when i see you in my dreams we are happy nothing is impossible, ruined and gone yet
i miss hearing about what you did at school, whenever you got your hair cut, or just reading those “how are you” messages
i hope just once that you felt the way as how i feel about you
i still know those small details about you, you like going to that skate park during the summer sometimes with your friends the one near your apartment, your small complaints about the weather in washington, that one friend of yours that you didn’t always like that you would tell me about, or about how your sister was moving out to go to college and how you felt about it
im sorry that i ruined us i dont know why i was always angry with you and how i made you always apologize for the smallest things now i am apologizing for the biggest thing i ever done to hurt you
i would do anything just to be in the moment with you again not knowing what was gonna happen just us having fun playing games
i want to look forward to something again, looking forward to get home and talk to you like how i almost used to do on a daily basis
or writing your initial on all my assignments accidentally spelling out your name on my homework or thinking of you whenever i saw the word future
i recall how i thought that you actually liked spending time with me well at least you did before
i die to be just friends with you again i will every time always love you over and over thank you for being apart of my everything.

When a star dies
It explodes in a pond of colour
It's glow traverses the unforgiveness of time
And a voice pronounces your name

I am far from what I muse live
Haunted by a curse of my fate
But still enchanted by your existence
Never ceasing to burn the candle of my reason

I dream of your famished touch
Your skin labored by perfection
As an artist, you create an ethereal beauty
As an artist, I preserve your beauty with words

You exist only in my lonesome thoughts
My dreams are a bucker
How could you be so far away
If only you are my serenity

Your name is an hymn for love
Star will forever self-destruct
With the hope to become you
The existence of the eternal muse

Brittle bones,
knackered backs
look where have we been,
steaming
bickering
all within,
faltering legs slipping through the streets,

this man;
would you still greet?

Ashen lungs, falling through
bruised hands;
brimming of stench
been home late,
lately—

this man;
would you still put arms around?

old shirt pieces,
spectacles of destiny
uttering broken-frames;
for a new sweater
weaved into his soul-born.

this man,
would you call a miser still?

Look at those fingers,
go across the keyboard—
Look at the tubelight
light those eyes up
all night.

this man
would you still smile for?

For once,
let me know—
this man,
and his tears;
would you bear upon your lap?

How I wish to be born as one of his tears—
So I could travel down his cheek,
And die on his lips.