he—
is that little place in the universe
where i feel the most comfortable
to speak about love
without any hesitation or fear
of getting destroyed
more than i can bear.

that little place in universe
that makes me feel safer
than wherever i’ve been
in life.

he—
is that little place
i call a home without a roof,
where i can keep my heart shatterproof.

only if it wasn’t fictional and i got infected,
don’t even bother thinking about
my plan to remove the flowers i had
in my lungs-
if that means i’ll have to feel
completely numb
towards your presence afterwards.

because you are
someone whose all my senses
have always been so familiar with,
and as much as i can barely breathe
through the roots that planted deep
in my soul,
i am more than willing to be able to live
with this feelings for you.

though you really are the reason
that suffocates me,
i am afraid that i can’t differentiate
whether it was flowers or happiness
that clogged up my neck.

then i’ll choose to keep them growing
and even water them gently
with many endearing thoughts of you

until the time will come
and the flowers finally drowning me in,
i won’t ever blame you
for making this love
becomes the death of me

the crowd went silent after they asked her
“how much do you love him?”
they were not aware of the question
might as well took it as a joke, but
those words were enough to mute her
as she began to stutter–
her eyeballs shaken
water started to fill up the surface of her white
a smile crept into her lips after the answer left them
“I wished him happiness more than I’ve done to myself”

they would never understand.

the place we live in;
it's sure magnificent
but wouldn't ever be so gentle
for the two star-crossed lovers
who can only meet up in dreams
whose love twisted by the fate

one day everything will surely fade.
not my feeling but memory,
aging along with my body.

I don’t know if I’ll still be able to recall a name.
but I can guarantee a place in me,
where the idea of you will be forever remained.