Fear is a vine that beats down across my back, leaving uneven lines and parallel marks.
Is it always the prettiest flowers that become the most deadly? You’re poisonous to the touch.
All that calms me is all that fails to bring me happiness. Your jasmine scented perfume only reminds me of a love left unanswered; of a bird too scared to lift its wings and try out flight.
Maybe I would like the cold when I wake up, a thick shield of darkness to cover up and hide the person who I was never strong enough to be.
You’ll look me in the eyes when you tell me that it’s too hard to love me. Those oceans will be replaced with dull, empty ponds but you’ll mean every word, you’ll speak as if getting it off your chest will make the sun come back.

for him i write
but my hands are never able to catch up
with my thoughts
and my thoughts for him are messy,
they spread far out
so quickly and suddenly
when my heart is bursting—
such love is not meant to be kept to one's self
so my feelings run and run
i never know where they go
or where they're meant to be

but i hope they somehow find
their way to you.

I have a feeling
that we were once lovers
from a forgotten time

Only that we’ve restarted
When we crossed the light
Or at least, yours have

Whenever I see your face
I can’t help but look
at you with sad eyes

Tears kept falling
as my heart begins to waver
praying for both of us

why must our meeting be short?
why must we part too soon?

Can you give me your hand?
I want to stay with you longer

Can you pull me close?
I want us to cherish this moment

Can you not say a word?
Your presence is enough

Can I ask you to stay?
I don’t want us to end like this

Even if you’re close next to me
I feel that we’re worlds apart

Just by looking in your eyes
I already know your answer

You’re the one for me
But I’m not the one for you

his eyes are one of my favorite things about him.
but i can never draw him, much more his eyes.
not even when i try.
i can never capture the way his eyes glow
as soft as a little star when he smiles softly,
or as bright as the sun when he beams.

i can never copy the intensity of his gaze
without my pencil lead breaking or my hand tensely shaking,
in fear of giving injustice to such opened and clear windows
to his beautiful soul.

i can never shade enough to give it the depth similar to reality.
i can never bring out the emotion of his eyes
with my pencils
like the way he does with his heart.
i can never draw the flutter of his eyelids,
the curls of his lashes,
the color of his irises,
or the void of his pupils,
all of which i get entranced and ****** into the blackhole of his soul.

i can never draw him in the simplest way:
his eyes staring at me.
because i can never look into his eyes
or lock gazes with him--
not even with a still portrait.

If only I could whisper
All the things I want to convey
All the feelings I kept
In my fragile heart
All the love I have for you

I would want to tell
the whole world
how much you mean to me
how much of a beautiful human being you are
But I’d rather keep quiet
and tell it all to you
Besides, you’re already my world

Though I could only pray at night
when it gets dark
But your thoughts, they comfort me
and your voice lessens
the creeping voices in my head

Oh, I could only sound asleep
Every night
Wishing that you knew
In the midst of silence
It is you whom I want to fill it with

It seems like the blood in my hands
can never run dry
As long as I write for you, my love

Though, the bleeding in my heart
doesn't stop
as the words, they spill for you

Please don't let me stop
from loving you dear
At least let me have the privilege

I've never experienced such rapture
whenever I see your smile
along with the aching feeling
that follows through my heart

I've only experience such love
when I have met you
I never had so much to lose
not before I met you

Why does it ache so much
and soothing all the same?
That it will never be my name
that you'll speak
when the clock strikes eleven
One then... *three