Watching the stars, I am all alone sitting still. Thinking unceasingly until a question crossed in my mind; If the world is ending, will we disappear? For as long as I know that we’ll still meet in another lifetime— in a different universe, maybe I will be fine.
the one whom you prayed for the one whom your heart longs for the one whom your mind speaks the one whom you want to spend the rest of your life with the one whom you will choose everyday if given the chance again
Silently praying that the one that got away will come back one day.
I gave up on you a long time ago, I gave up on the idea of us, but here you are sending me hellos, aren't you living with the person whom you chose? or you're having regrets with your choice? or maybe you're just bored? Let me move on.... I've already let you go.....
you were that certain coffee that i couldn’t resist that smell i swear i’m addicted to you were a sin that i was always ready to commit i’m a sinner, you’re all the crucials vicious things i’m going to do i’m the holy person, who became the devil in denial of facts that satisfied me and when i wake up in the morning i keep grasping for air because i know you’re just a dream i’m chasing it’s hard everyday you’d be here then the other you’d be gone i don’t know when or how long should i wait, i said i’ve moved on but no, i still lose self control everything still becomes a temptation when it comes to you every nerve on my body shivers i tried to forget you with all these alcohol, pills, and boys that i’ve played with but nothing was the best like you you’re the reason why love is sweet and why love is a bitter misfortune you’ve locked me with forever and left me like i was dust thank you for the scar forever in love with you
I do not know if this is goodbye, but I hope I see you again. || November 24th
And there are nights when the weight of missing you sits on my chest, so I come out and look at the dull, blue skylines and I believe — I believe that in a world similar to ours, we’ll always have the star-mapped skies and the backseat cuddles and wallpapers graffitied with our names. We’ll always have shopping at 4 am and those strawberry flavored kisses and each other’s erratic heartbeats syncing amid horror movies.
And in that world, we’ll always have summer plans and library dates and chess games and black coffees in the middle of a thunderstorm. And in that world, we’ll always have the paper plane letters and the eye contacts and the ‘goodnight, i love you’s and each other, darling,
One day, I'll see you standing there at the altar; to me, you'll be facing. It's not just any ordinary day, my wedding vow I will say; looking at you, facing to my side, "You may now kiss the bride." Happily you said.
You painted my world with words Words of happiness, love, heartaches Words of heartaches, pain, tears An art of nothingness and of played hearts An almost art turned into ashes Ashes turned into nothing Nothing into a nonexistent word
If only that word bloomed into life Maybe our story could have been printed Somehow I hoped it would last But it didn't even had a chance to start And there are poems I made for you Yet because of you I wish this will be the last
You've always made me feel important I never learned anything at all 'Cause like a star that became a black hole I felt sorry for myself I became an empty space I am sorry For I loved you... on my own
I know I still do But this madness has to end I shouldn't be involved with you anymore You who carelessly handled my heart Made me feel like a Prada on sale; Without a second thought, you pushed me away Guarding your own heart but mine.
For always being there for you, For making you feel special, For being so annoying and frustrating, For wanting to be with you always, For starting those conversations, For the late night texts I put you through, I am sorry.
For singing you a lullaby at night, For loving your voice over the phone, For loving you; For loving you more than I love myself, For my eyes now filled with sadness, I am so sorry for myself. This is the last time I'll write about you. This is the last piece I've ever written for you.