i remember
giving you a once-over
and moving along the crowd without looking back.
but how come,
all of a sudden,
the stars seem like they've been living in your eyes?
how come,
all of a sudden,
the clouds are shaped like your silhouette?
how come,
all of a sudden,
the only lullaby i'll ever need is the sound of your laughter?

it confuses me,
how slowly my heart loves.
it amazes me,
how hard i end up falling.

maybe time
is only helping me prepare myself
for the infinite possibilities of you.
maybe time
is letting me gather my whole being
in hopes that you would accept it, too.
maybe time
is giving me the chance to be broken,
just so that i could be fixed by you.
maybe time
is making sure
that i would be deserving
of the love that is yet to come.

love is
a cycle
that starts with me
and ends with me
in pieces

hey mister
i've been looking all over for this one thing
it's not under my bed
or my pillows
it's not in my jacket pocket
or my bag
it's not in my book shelf
or in between the millions of pages
it's not where it should be

hey mister
can you show me your hands?
i think you took my heart with you

the feeling of knowing
that there are so many fish in the sea
and you are one of them
but sometimes
it feels like
you are just
another tourist
looking through the aquarium window

We flew in summer,
He showed me spring.
I held him in winter,
We were each other's fall.
He was my muse,
I was his passion.
We are my ikigai.

as if time slows down
that's what it feels like
you are one massive blackhole
and i a helpless shuttle
trying to find a way out of your
endless abyss
that always manages to
bring me back to the place
i never wanted to be in
but it's terrible because
as i move farther away
i see my hair turning gray
and yours still a luscious black
and it gives me fear
to know that i'd age
without the one i thought
would give me a home
so warm so right