In the night of twinkling stars,

I spied over a gorgeous man.

I wish if he would be interested in me,

So I spied over him through the binoculars.

 

He lives across the window, and I am not so far,

Still I watch him through the binoculars like watching a migrant star

I don’t want to keep him out of my sight.

No matter what I am doing is crime and is not right.

 

I sit and hide in the window curtain by the gable wall

Linger around for the night to fall

Just to watch him walking naked through the hall

That's the secret, and I am not going to tell you at all

 

I chuckle myself on what I see

And wonder if he is just like me

He jumps on to the bed naked

And that is what the interesting happening

 

So I keep watching him through the binoculars

And wish if he would be interested in me.

peppered with softer marks,
light washes, while we are
all dishevelled, worried
about nothing in particular.

did you find a clean hankie
leaving out the d, you felt
should be there.

did you read the history,
yesterday, or did you
just sketch and draw
the chorus.

the day dawns, who is weary. tell me.

sbm.

the day i get an invitation to your wedding and it tells me to wear white, i'll wear black, and when you ask me why i'll tell you that i feel like i'm attending my own funeral.

i'll sit there and wonder if you ever hear the sound of broken promises resounding like church bells at a wedding for people that weren't meant to be?

when you're standing at the altar saying vows they'll sound like death threats to my ears. you'll look at me and mouth the words "im sorry" like pulled back triggers on a gun.

i'll remember i was bulletproof until your eyes looked at mine, and then i became the biggest target in the room, and this is why you'll always be a lesson in broken hearts.

i loved you like a forest fire that was out of control, like there were a million firefighters trying to put out the spark we had and someone just kept adding fuel to the fire.

i tried so hard to conceal my butterflies like lighters , unaware that you'd already stolen them from my pockets and extinguished any idea that things could've ever been different between us.

now i understand i was just a broken metaphor to you and it makes me mad that i used to spend most of my time of daydreaming that maybe i'd be the person you spend your last breath saying "i love you" to.

when its asked if anyone has any objections i'll smile and say, "i loved him to," and just like you did, i'll walk away.

To be loved by a writer
Is to be immortalized
You will live on forever in her writing
Your quirks,
Your ideas,
Your insecurities,
Writers notice everything
And we never forget
You might catch her smiling at you
For what seems like no reason at all
But she's just trying to describe
The exact color of your eyes

To be loved by a writer
Is to have your entire relationship in written word
All you have to do is read and re-live everything again
Your first kiss,
Your first fight,
Your first date
Nostalgic memories in chronological order
And you may even learn something you never knew
Since everything will be in her point of view

To be loved by a writer
Is to see her frustration
Because she wishes she could be an artist
Since no words serve you justice
She wishes she could just paint a picture
And then they would understand
Because no amount of words could perfectly depict
Your hair sticking up,
Your abundance of freckles,
You wearing glasses
She gets upset when she thinks
She'll never fully portray all the things you say and do
But she'll never run out of ways to say "I love you"

To be loved by a writer
Is to be eternal
And to never fully disappear
And no matter what, she'll see you everywhere
Even when she opens her mind and escapes reality
Because she is the writer
And you are her writing
For you own her heart
From which her words flow

have you ever realized the color of your eyes resemble coffee beans? already on my mind as i take my first sip. i keep finding myself looking across the counter to where you stood just a couple months ago, where our lips danced as if they knew it would be their last. when i thought forever was an unspoken agreement laced in between our fingers. my apartment is as barren as my heart the day i saw you with her. you told me she was a mistake and i remember saying "so were you." by the time you were gone i was already cutting your face out of our pictures. sometimes i miss the way you could make me feel breathless with just a look in your eyes, spending our nights listening to playlists you made for me, but now when i replay those memories all i can hear is broken records and static. i still wear the locket you got me for our 6 month anniversary. it stays tucked away because im afraid to be caught wearing it, or get that feeling a kid gets when he has his hand in the cookie jar. i guess you could say a lot of things aren't meant to be, just like you and me.

Build my mind then the flood came, Loss more then I ever gain.
Drenched clothes from the compromised waves.
How cold the drips of change!
Everything I am once again caving in,
If I stay I'll drown in this place..
As I watch from a distance it breaks and crumbles
Under the sea I found out it's all mud
I'm tired of making sand casltes and Caves
All I wanna do is live in love