Every time we walked past each other,
My eyes would trade glances with hers.
"What are the chances?" I'd wonder,
Each time, it ends the way it occurs.

I acted like I didn't notice,
And so did you.
But inside I dreamt of moments,
Of us—do you?

For you and I are no longer,
Like rivers flowing to the same sea.
But I won't go against the currents,
And blame the tide for leaving me.

Can I be the one
Who will make you open your heart?
Can I be the one
Who will tear those walls apart?

Your heart is colder than any ice,
Yet winter is my favourite season.
You ignore every message of mine,
Yet I still long for your attention.

Because really, really deep inside,
You are the only one I desire.
I want to melt your heart with mine,
One that's warmer than any fire.

Call me hopeless, call me blind,
And I'd say that that's fair.
Call me one who's stuck in her mind,
It's not like I even care.

For the only one I care about,
Is you.
The only one I seek in a crowd,
Is you.
The only one for whom I'd drown,
Is you.

Growing by the hour,
Smelling like heaven came true.
Love is like a flower,
Flowers I'd give to you.

But I loved a flower so much,
I forgot to care for my own.
Dreamed about its perfect petals,
While mine rotted all alone.

Stared up at the celling,
And then down at my phone.
Don't know what I'm feeling,
Guess it's better than none.

And yes, I am happy,
No, I'm not alone.
Academic achiever,
That's for what I'm known.

But why, then, do I feel,
So pointless inside?
Like a single ember,
In the vastness of skies?

Stared out the window,
And then up at the sky.
Can't see what's up there,
Guess I'm losing my mind.

Some nights, the stars feel closer,
Than the people in your life.
Nights in which I lie under,
Neither people nor their eyes.

Some nights, the moon feels dimmer,
Than the night in which she lies,
When people feel as distant,
As the stars that light the sky.

Some nights, I find myself reaching,
In the darkness, to the stars.
Some nights, I lie wondering,
Why they're close, yet so far.

And suddenly,
All the love songs were about her.
The sweet, the sour, the hot and the bitter,
The heavenly fragrance of the flowers.
The sun-kissed dawns and moonlit nights,
The angelic rainbow in the light.

And life like that was frankly perfect,
By each passing day.
He'd make treats for the new friend of his,
Hoping she'd look his way.
And he wanted it to last forever,
There's not much else to say.

And the earth kept on rolling,
The river continued to flow.
And the wind never stopped blowing,
Like life hasn't changed at all.

For what changed wasn't the weather,
Nor was it the sky.
Oh, what changed was no other,
Than what was of his delight.

And life became monotonous,
Each day felt the same.
He'd still make those few sweets,
But now to different intent.

And suddenly.
All the love songs were about her.
The grim, the harsh, the bleak and the bitter,
Heavy clouds bury the sun.
The deathly silence of the winter,
Flowers rot with colors long gone.

Unaccompanied nights of December,
Pondering as the furnace burns.
Freezing wind with his tea of ginger,
The cinder fails to keep him warm.
And once again they are all strangers,
Main characters in his favourite song.

And suddenly,
All the love songs,
Were about her.

staring

aimlessly

into the void.



wonder

what could be

in the shadows?



nothing

everything

all that he wants?



maybe

possibly

he needs to know.



it's so

inviting

can he resist?



oh no,

it's got him,

he won't fight back.



drifting

out into

forever dark...



drifting

out into

oblivion.