Let's talk about this nurse
who stays at pulmonary unit.
He takes care of patients
who has difficulty
in respiration.
But what I want to say is this:
I feel like I should be admitted too
because he takes my breath away.

If you miss me
You know my number
I miss you too.

You didn’t touch the match
but you ignited a flame.
And it burned me severely.
Like I was a thin sheet of paper

How funny things can be,
I said I don’t like you,
and never will I like you.
I didn’t know I could be hilarious.

I’d love to spend an hour with you
or maybe the rest of my life.
We’ll turn grey into colors
and every single single day will be as beautiful.

I know this sounds dreamy
and full of miserable delusions.
For in reality, we are not perfect.
But dear, please lend me your ears and hear this:

Maybe most of the time we quarrel
and even curse each other to death.
But all I want is to be with you,
nobody else but you.

As I scroll down and type
the letters of your name on my phone,
I try my best to press the “call” button
to reach you,
because I badly want to hear a word from you,
blood starts to clot into my narrowed arteries,
possessing all the movements
that I am able to do,
and I stop.

My body dies.

As I sit and wait for you on this wooden chair
that is meant to be shared by two,
time passes by in front of me.
I see the leaves start to wither,
and the ice start to melt,
and the sun turn into golden orange.
I think of you and how much I miss you,
and then I realize,
it has been a very long time
yet until now,
I can’t think of any other more.

My mind dies.

As I try to reach out for you in the dark,
I quietly hold back the words
that can’t be said.
and contain the emotions
that are not meant to be felt,
then I hear the beating of my heart
screaming out your name in silence.
Slowly, I froze.

My heart dies.

As I hear the monotonous sound
of the water flowing from the faucet
which I tried so hard to turn off,
I breathlessly ache for your touch,
and in my mind I feel you,
and it send shivers down to my spine.
Then I know.

My senses die.

As my eyes roll over
to search for your presence,
all I can see is you,
your every detail in every image
of every person I meet,
your smile, your lips, your eyes, your laugh,
and even your smell.
I try to wrap my arms around me,
embracing all the flesh I could
to console the death of my soul,
but still,  everything else inside me

die.

Because we are all beautiful
in our own simple ways,
we don’t have to say:
I’m prettier or uglier.

Why do we even bother, right?
Life is all about difference.
And if your are different,
you are worth looking at.