hello?
do you still remember me?
I am the one who stand by your side,
during those times you need someone.
can I ask you a question?
Am I really a friend of yours?
Or I am just a friend of you
whenever you have no one?
you can't even say hello to me,
and never bothered to ask how am I.
how I miss those days,
those days that you need me.
and maybe I am nothing you now,
maybe I am the only one,
who misses our friendship so much.
I hope you still remember me somehow,
not just every time you need something from me
because I am not a supplier of your needs,
I am a friend of yours,
that no matter how much you ignore me,
I will still love you, my friend.

i think about you. a lot. and i don't mean at cliche 2am where poets taint their hands with ink and paper cuts. no. i think about you when i look at the sun rising at 5am. when i make coffee at 6. when bon iver comes up on the radio and i tap my fingers along the tune or when i read your favorite book and on every page i search for fragments of your fingerprint. i think about you at noon. because i'd rather have your lips than my tuna sandwich. and at 2pm because you texted "i miss you" and i replied "i love you". at 5pm as the sun slowly disappears on the horizon and is replaced by a blanket of stars. i think about you at 10 in the evening when i'm alone looking at the night sky and the incandescent moon wishing i could trace your palms the way we tend to trace constellations. i think about you at 3am when i say my prayers and i whisper your name to God with a ghost of a smile. i tell Him i must have done something good to deserve you. it seems that you're stuck in my brain. heck, you're in my veins. and i don't ever want you out of my system.

saying you don't want to fall in love because you can't risk getting hurt is like saying you won't build houses because earthquakes exist

if you fall for someone's leaves and not for their roots

what do you do when autumn comes?