With a glance you stole,
you, too, took away my heart.
I don’t know how you did it,
but please don’t spill the secret.

With a single touch from you,
you, too, sent shivers down my spine.
Like an electric current that went through my skin,
I felt excitement; adrenaline rush.

With a single word from you,
you, too, broke my heart.
After all, it was just for one night.
A night of passion that ends with good bye.

{n.j}

Reasons why I write.

Why? Because in writing I can tell everything I feel using words that are so deep for me. In writing I can express what I currently feel, I can use different point of view for my problem. For me, there are no nonsense post because  we wrote that and all of our feelings are in there, in those words, in those beautiful words.

I love to write because I’m a shy person. I start blabbering nonsense things if I get shy or  even when I feel like I’m gonna get embarrassed for that. I’m a shy person and in that case, I can’t tell people what I really want or what I feel towards them so instead of speaking with them, I learned a new way to communicate and that is to write.

In writing I can be everything I want. I can be the cruel villain in my life telling stories why I hate myself; I can be the girl who secretly have a crush on someone and stalks him everywhere. In writing I can express myself, I can tell here what I feel towards a certain person in my life.

I just love it, I love the feeling of posting it, seeing someone liked it and commenting at it telling me that they can relate to me or telling me that everything will be fine. I love the feeling of it, after clicking the publish button. No one can make me stop in writing.

I admit, I may not be a good writer, but, do you understand now why I write?

{ n.j }

I miss

The air in your lungs
when you breathed out sighs
of alphabets that came out
as vowels of my initials.
I'd like to take you swimming
one day,
because the sighs will turn
into gasps underwater
but from you
it will still sound as beautiful.

I remember

The veins tangling up
beneath the crescent of your eyes
You had never noticed
the way they lit up like glowing moths
trapped inside a mason jar
when you reached out for words
but flowers bloomed instead.
Just like what Earth would do
when she had enough merriment.

But you never notice anything.

If I could,
boy I swear I would,
take that smile of yours
and inject it directly into my blood stream

my parents once warned me
about drugs
sold on the street
never take those
once you did you’ll be addicted for the rest of your life
but never the ones
with teeth
               and a fluffy pinchable cheeks
and a heartbeat.

{ n.j }