Loving him
is like swimming
the depths
of the unknown ocean.

Unpredictable and dark,
yet you are drawn near
because of its secrets.

Loving him
is sweet torture.
Like a Nightingale
trapped inside an iron cage.

A tune for a song.
A song for
my melancholic reason.

Loving him
is being free
of boundaries
and pretenses.

A mirror
that always reminds me
who I am
and what I can be.

Loving him is
like keeping
both feet
on the ground
while his hands
wrap around my wrist,
forcing myself
To fly with him.

Loving him is
tasting the first bite
of every
surprise possibility.

I always see
myself craving
for his abrupt
trickery,
A magic only
him can manipulate
and see.

But all these things
can never be done
nor never be written
if only I said
those words
ever so quickly.

I am loving him.
And he doesn't seem
to know that now.

Or does he?

when a poet
falls in love
bear in mind
that your eyes
will be compared
to the twinkling stars

your smile
like warm honey
on a lazy afternoon

your laugh
like a bee's buzz,
a tingling sensation
down the spine

when a poet
falls in love
the universe splits in two
spiraling down
down
down
until it bursts in color
filled with glitters
and moonlight

when a poet
falls in love
you are the
only one existing
in a bucket full
of soft whispers
and impossible thoughts
the center of gravity
in a world full
of chaos and madness
(you drive the poet insane)

but when a poet
falls out of love
you became a treasure
one that would make
dandelions chase you
even without the breeze

you became the pollen
that bees chase after
your existence
a reson to live

you became the most
beautiful human being

hearts melt
stomachs go uneasy
hands grip
smiles show

you became
the best version
of yourself
when a poet
falls out of love
of you

because for once
you made
a poet feel things
impossible things
and she knows
that someone will too.

i hope you notice that
every time i smile
at you

The crypt is one thing I see,
A mirror that reflects me.
One that lives is one who hates.
One that died is one love waits.

The world
Is like
A huge carnival.

Everything is known
Yet not everything is seen.

Everything is behind
closed tents
closed curtains
closed realities.

And can only be opened,
by magic
by dreams
by deadly secrets.

Everything is a performance.
One that is shown
for the world to see.

To know,
to appreciate
What is under the sleeves
of magicians,
clowns,
and gypsies.

All these became a spectacle.
A presentation,
to talk
to chatter
once it is over.

And when it finally
disappears,
It is void of color
of fun
of secrets to reveal.

The only way to get past,
is to let yourself be fooled.

So come on,
Enter the Carnival.

And see for yourself
the beauty
and darkness
of the it all.

Please come again.

He was the moon
So glorious and majestic,
Extravagant and eccentric.

I am the (night) sky
Full of dreams and stories
Etched within the stars
That beautifies me
Everynight.

Without them
Without him,
I am nothing
But a void.
No reason to look up
No reason to care at all.

Everynight,
He is hidden
Behind the dark clouds
I don't know
Where they came from.

Sometimes
He wouldn't let me see
Himself in his great beauty.
Only a half, a crescent, or a quarter
Is what he gives.

But there are also times
When he shows himself
All his imperfections
And shines within
The vast stretch of darkness
I only care to give.

And people slowly
Starts to see
How we became a beautiful pair.

How he shines for me
And how I
Let them see
How beautiful he is.

And the stars,
My dreams,
Comes dancing and shining.

It was a sight to behold.
We were extraordinary.

But I was afraid
Too much will break our bond.
And so I ran away
When he so beautifully
Shined and glowed.

I always make a mistake everynight.
I let my darkness go
I let the stars kept under my blanket.

For I make way to someone
Who is more beautiful
Just like him
Shining and glowing
Just like him.

When combined both
They make up the universe
They make up the whole existence of us.

I am just a mere foreground
Changing my course
And watching them
Chase for each other
Until eternity.