I'm avoiding you because I feel like I'm starting to like you. All I wanted to do was talk to you for hours and think about you. And I don't like that. I don't want to like you.

I don't want to like you because you distract me. I prefer talking to you than to do my assignments. I prefer staying as late as 4 am just so I could talk to you-- even if i had to wake up at 6 in the morning for college.

I don't want to like you because every time I eat food I always think about you-- how you like bananas and black rice and sausage and basically everything. Or that every time you have your dinner and it's sleeping time for me already. Yet I have to stay awake just so I could know what you are eating.

I don't want to like you because you talk a lot about girls or anyone from your past, I hate it. At first I tried to deny it. Simply because I wanted to be a good friend to you by listening to your endless rants-- endless rants about girls from all over the world.

I don't want to like you because you don't go to school. I love the idea that you grow by exploring the world-- but at the same time I happen to dislike you for not valuing education as much as I do.

I don't want to like you because all you do is drink in bars and get high at times. I know it's part of your culture, but I am different from you and I hate it. I hate that I don't drink a lot or that I haven't experienced getting high. I hate that I don't kiss spontaneously with someone in public and have never experienced genuine love with someone-- like you did, few months ago.

I'm not like you. I'm not as fun as you are. You are cool, spontaneous, funny and always filled with adrenaline. I find that terrifying.

I have to stop liking you because I can't handle the two possibilities that might happen when you read this. I don't want to be rejected by you, nor to pursue this friendship any further. I know I'm not ready yet.

*All I know is that I like you and I have to stop it.

Another day,
Another breath,
Another lie;
"I'm fine."

Lost in space,
Take away the pain,
Hold me in your arms;
"I'm fine."

A waste of air,
Close my eyes,
Sink into darkness;
"I'm fine."

The words they say,
Armor worn thin,
Pierced the skin;
"I'm fine."

Open wounds,
Heart on my sleeve,
Eyes swollen shut;
"I'm fine."

Swallowed the pills,
Cut too deep,
Lungs on fire;
"I'm fine."

When the sun goes cold
And the earth ceases to exist
And there is no memory left,
I will still remember you
For you have left a mark
On my soul
So big,
I cold never forget
The love we share.

Eiffel Tower, camera eyeful, for love i fell to where?

Theres something about the summer
— the way the sun
Turns skin pink,
A blush which will
Fade,
Though the memories will not.
The way the light breeze
Caresses fiery skin,
The way the trees
Provide shaded cover
For adventurers
Looking to rest.
But for the life of me
I cannot describe
In avid detail
How sunkissed skin
Makes even the prettiest
Tan crayon jealous,
And i cannot possibly
Begin to match the blue
Of the sky
To the lines
On my paper.

What do we know of love?
marriage is a 50/50 chance;
that two will stay together,
until the final dance.

We throw it all away,
with anger and with hate;
then do it all again,
with a different mate.

Admire those who stay,
wrapped up in their dream;
who never come apart,
unraveling at the seams.

They choose to stay together,
as the vows they chose to make;
through thick and thin they stay,
from the first slice of the cake.

What do we know of love?
it's a gamble at the start;
we can only hope,
it doesn't break your heart.