I believe in constants and that in every world and parallel universe, there's always going to be a boy, a girl and a tragic love story

your love is like a drug,
and I am hooked.

More often than not, we tend to take things and people around us for granted.

We vent our anger at our loved ones after a long day.
Snapping at our boyfriends/ girlfriends as though they were the cause of it,
hurting them.
And when things don't go as planned, or fail to meet our expectations,
we immediately play the blame game,
putting the blame on them, then deeming it as a case in which they do not care about us.
But little do we know,
they tried their best and do truly love you with every once of their being.

We ignore our friends, the ones closest to us, even the ones that we tell our deepest, darkest secrets to, the ones that know our dirtiest habits.
All because,
you got scolded by a teacher for not handing in an assignment, so it seemed like school wasn't going so well.
But little do you know,
your lack of words has been worrying them the whole day,
and they aren't sure whether you still would like them around.

We cause an uproar under our own roof.
Breaking out into a heated argument with our parents,
because they wouldn't shut up about how you should go do your homework, how you should have your dinner because it is late, and how you should go take a bath since it's already midnight.
But little do you know,
the words that you said have left them thinking what they have done wrong for the rest of the night, because to them they were only concerned about you.
It is not just mums who cry,
dads cry too.

Let us not appreciate with absence.
To the ones that never gave up on us: Thank you.

and in another universe,
you and I are still together.

I hope you don't forget me,
and our late night conversations that lasted till  3 am.

I hope you don't forget the time
when we spent hours
laughing over the dumb jokes
that we cracked.

And I really hoped you haven't forgotten
the time when you came to me
lovelorn and heartbroken
because the girl you liked didn't like you back.
That evening we spent,
in silence on the bench
because I couldn't find the words to comfort you.

But, to love is to let go.

So now that you're happily off with her,
I really hope you don't forget me.

At first her mind may seem to be a clutter of astronomical objects
with planets sprawling all over,
nebulae birthing everywhere,
stars tossed in random directions.

But in truth, it is not.
Staring into her eyes is like drowning in the vast galaxies,
suffocating due to the lack of air,
but doing so voluntarily.
Her mind is a beautiful collection of constellations falling into place,
with perfect planetary alignments,
completed with the most beautiful nebula that God handcrafted himself.

You see, she is just that fascinating,
you just need to look a bit closer.

You started an insatiable fire in me
that burned so bright
being fuelled by feelings and emotions,
causing the stone cold,
ice hard frost that previously encompassed
my heart to melt.

But oh my god,
it hurts.


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The moon cannot shine in the dark
without light from the sun.

And I really hate to depend on you like this,
but my heart is left in little fragments,
and my mind is a tenebrous void
which I'm subtle to falling into anytime.

So please come back
for only you can null this feeling,
for there is no me without you.

MY EYES ARE STILL BLOODSHOT SINCE THE DAY YOU LEFT.
AND ***** STILL BURNS AT THE BACK OF MY THROAT
FROM ALL THE FUTILE ATTEMPTS TO DROWN YOUR SWEET NOTHINGS THAT I HOPE YOU CHOKE ON.
YOU WERE MY MAP AND NOW I'M
HOPELESSLY LOST WITHOUT YOU

It's not much of the
missed calls and unanswered messages.

It's just that at 7am,
when the birds sung,
it was almost as if they were mimicking your voice.

At 3pm,
I was searching for your face
in the oceans of people.

And finally at 2am,
instead of drifting to sleep,
my mind drifts back to you.

Then I thought,
missing you is the most divine way of obliteration.