Love came around on a Sunday afternoon.


A time when trees whispered sweet nothings to the wind

and her heart sung to the tune of another’s voice.

A time when faint lines danced across his face,

chasing the laughter and the smiles in criss-cross patterns

of happiness,

when butterflies stormed in her belly after

having been  awakened by the vibrant thumpthumpthump of his heart.


But heartbreak always comes with Monday morning.


A time when the muscles between her ribs ached for

a breath of relief from the constant holding of air.

A time where his lungs wished to be pushed into the deep

so that they may only feel the water and not the emptiness,

when the butterflies sunk down to her toes under the weight

of the splintered remains of his broken heart.


Love came around on a Sunday afternoon, and suffocated on a Monday morning.

Our hearts are such fragile things
But they will not be swayed
They soar like a pair of wings
They won't be disobeyed

Our hearts break
When they crack, they don't go back
Our hearts ache
They won't give in, until they win

I've tried many times
To defy the wishes of my heart
I've paid the price of my crimes
The consequences are ****

No matter how many times I deny
It becomes no less true
My silence you need not buy
I have already given it to you

I can't even lie to myself
No matter how I try
To put my emotions on a shelf
To tell them goodbye

I cannot deny
The feelings inside
I try and try
But they will not hide

I was played like A broken record.
Same excuse, same routine, a new measure.
My life changed, yes
For the better.
Because through the mess, I met her.
Written out like a long letter.
Shipped out, A short cryptic message
That I had sent her.
'You deserve the world, more than what he can give you, just believe me when I say you can do better.'

To love her is as involuntary as each breath I take.
To love her is easy.

I love her because she doesn't realize how beautiful she is.

To describe her I'd call her the moon.
Only blooming at night in secret.
A beautiful challenge.
Never letting anyone close enough to see her truest light.
But I am her exception.