The worst kind of love is one that's not reciprocated...
How do you feel such fire for someone,
Yet they feel no warmth?

and that’s when it hit me, like a bullet shooting straight through my skull.

the eyes i once thought had endless depth in them hold nothing but lust as we make eye contact for the first time.

you never loved me
you loved my body
and that i let you lay between my legs

i rip away from you, anger taking over my whole being.

“get out.”

Let me feel-
Every inch of my body are all n u m b
I can't even feel my heart beating
I need a hand! I need YOUR hand!
But did you
     r e a l i z e ?

How my fingers just want to scratch every layers of my skin
How the paper cut scars wrinkles every surface of my fragile lungs!
How cacophony is the only scream that echoes on every hallway of my mind!
How hollow is my mind, to be able to hear each wails of my body parts?

Let me feel-
Let me feel! Let me feel! LET ME FEEL!
Cut me through your threads,
Strangle me by your wires,
Stomp me on your heavy metallic existence!


But,
        did,
                you,
                         l i s t e n ?

it gets blurry, it gets wavy,
sometimes things really gets crazy,
tears flow as the rain does,
don’t let everything have rust.

it gets blurry, it gets tough,
some things aren’t really enough,
turn of events may happen as the tape roll,
but don’t let everything fall.

blurred love may be complicated as it seems,
but complication is what love screams,
a love without complication is already dead,
like a body who doesn’t have a blood anymore to bled.

Loving him
is like swimming
the depths
of the unknown ocean.

Unpredictable and dark,
yet you are drawn near
because of its secrets.

Loving him
is sweet torture.
Like a Nightingale
trapped inside an iron cage.

A tune for a song.
A song for
my melancholic reason.

Loving him
is being free
of boundaries
and pretenses.

A mirror
that always reminds me
who I am
and what I can be.

Loving him is
like keeping
both feet
on the ground
while his hands
wrap around my wrist,
forcing myself
To fly with him.

Loving him is
tasting the first bite
of every
surprise possibility.

I always see
myself craving
for his abrupt
trickery,
A magic only
him can manipulate
and see.

But all these things
can never be done
nor never be written
if only I said
those words
ever so quickly.

I am loving him.
And he doesn't seem
to know that now.

Or does he?

a smile that could cure cancer
eyes that can light the universe
a laugh to diagnose depression
stories that make you laugh until you cry

he will literally make you die inside

write on my body with your lips
take my heart in tiny bits

touch my skin softly
read me to sleep
hold me when i cry
dazzle me with your smile

deceive me with kindness
then hurt me the next
your hands can do wonders besides just ***

my soul is fragile
but of course i have to bow down to you, my king