Always stuck in between,
between being a kid
        and growing up
between being grateful
        and wanting more

I'm always stuck in between,
        but somehow never stuck
        in your heart, your mind
                                  your soul

You were always stuck in mine
Whether you wanted to or not

Love - has lost its meaning
          - is a word spoken too much and taken too lightly
          - is mistaken for lust
          - is what many want but cannot have
          - can be painful too
          - is said to have no rules but is criticized by everyone
          - could have been so simple if you lowered your pride
          - is what our world needs but is slowly losing
          - was not supposed to seem so ugly
          - should be revived again

there are days when i'm tired
too tired to comfort you,
when you're sad or mad
when you're lonely or lost

i'm sorry, for not being there
for not being your shoulder to cry on
someone for you to lean on
i'm just tired

just not at days like this
at days when i'm barely
able to pull myself together,
what more if you lean on me?

i won't let us crumble
and fall down together,
let it be just me
don't drown with me

i hope that you'll be okay
until i piece together my broken pieces
until then just wait for me
i'll be your shoulder to lean on

He had fallen in love with a broken girl
in hopes of fixing her, he had stayed.

Never had he thought he'd end up getting broken too.
Who would love a broken girl?
Who could fix a broken girl?

Despite this he had stayed
not so he could fix her but because he would be with her
when she loves herself and picks up her broken pieces.

And she would do the same, for him.

You. You are a ray of sunshine
Mine. My source of happiness
We. I thought we were happy

You. You were that guy I never had
Mine. Maybe it was my fault
We. We just weren't meant to be

You. It was always you and you again
Mine. I'll never be able to call you mine
We. We cannot be, you and I, missed our chance

Death is not creeping up to me
I am running straight to it
Just a tiny spec in the universe
Forgotten only after it blossomed

My hands are losing its grip
I am bound to let go anyway
This slowly fading presence
Insignificant in the eyes of others

There is no fight left in me
Let it be if the world rejects me
Karma is only giving what is due
And I am in no place to reject it

The feeling of pain is gone now
Here there is only nothingness
I feel so light, without worries
I am undeserving but will go in peace

All I need is to be forgotten
I don't need to be six feet under
Nor ashes to be scattered at sea
For at last I can rest from this lifetime

She writes letters to the dead
She writes letters to her friends
She writes letters that has never been read.

She pours out her heart
In every word written by her pen in hand.
She loves to write, but she's not that good at it.

She writes poetry
Atleast that's what she calls it.

Her poetry has been read.
And she thought - wow
How amazing it felt.

She writes poetry
In a way so that she can escape.
She writes,
only until all her problems caught up to her
She stopped.

We're all acting fine
until you're lying in bed
The lights are out

you give yourself break
There's no one's there
to see you anyway

A blanket over your head
a pillow hugged to your chest
As the years start to fall

A hand put to muffle the sobs
Until sleep takes over you
those years dry themselves

You wake up to tommorow
only to wait till night comes
And cry yourself to sleep again

It wasn't that I never loved you
It was just that I loved you too much
that I had to let you go.

but you don't really have to know that.

Life is not about
how long you have lived
it's about how well you have lived
even for a short period of time,
and that's how anyone can be young.

I am empty,
Trying to squeeze out words
To make a poem that is loved
At the same time hated

A poem that is loved
Because of its familiar sound
A poem that is hated
Because of the reality it portrays

I am empty,
Empty of love
Trying to fill up my heart
Only ending up void again

Again. Here we go again
This feeling of emptiness
Never quite sure
Of one's own emotions

Stranger. Who are you?
It's as if they were strangers
Not knowing what she loves
What she hates,  what she wants

She is her own stranger,
A different person each day
And each day again
That stranger felt empty

I find myself calling out your name
It sounded like something close to pain
These memories keep coming back
I find myself smiling because of them

The happiness was only short lived
I find myself being tortured
Things that made me smile back then
Only seems to make me grunge in pain

I found myself some place dark
It seems endless and futile to run
I let the darkness comfort me
I let it wipe the tears you caused

Somewhere,
      the rain falls
      oh the rain
      can't help falling
      into the sea
      going back home
      to where it belongs

Somehow,
      I'm just like
      the rain
      can't help falling
      back in your arms
      to where I belong

I hate having to beg for attention
But I'm scared of not getting any

I hate that I have to beg for your time
But I have no choice, you're my life line

I hate this feeling of loving alone
But that's how much I love you

So I'll still beg for it anyway
No matter how long it takes
Even if my bones will break

Just when I thought
I was reaching for it
Happiness seems to be
So far away, so out of reach

I just want to get out
for a while from reality
and into your arms
feeling your warmth

I just want a hug
in this rainy weather
a short break from it all
all I ask for is a cuddle

People don't just fall in love because they have nothing to do,
We fall in love not because we want to
We fall in love because we feel the need to
And yes, all people need love.

For what reason do people make promises?
So that strings will forever be attached?
For the sake of commitment?
Or maybe promises are just for false hope
It's something we hold onto thinking it will never break
but promises could be just as fragile as our broken hearts
and could be the reason why we broke our hearts in the first place.

I'm a song you fell in love with without planning to.
I'm a song you don't usually go for.
I'm just something new.
I'm the song you played over and over,
I'm a song you got used to.
Now there's nothing so special or new.
And I'm the song you fell out of,
the same reason you fell in.
                              - without planning to.

We are slowly fading from each other's world
It happens slowly, and so it goes unnoticed
but certainly not for me.

If one day you'll come to see
how irrelevantly we lost each other,
or how I lost you. Just know that -
I am and was always here.

Waiting for us to return to each others world.
to where home is - to where we belong.

Sometimes all you really need
is a hot cup of coffee
and great company

oh, and music too.

Why do people love in the first place?
Why do you let yourself get hurt?
In love, it isn't all about solace
You know you'd get hurt, you know it
But you still love anyways

How do you love someone?
Is there a proper way to do so?
Love does not have a guideline
It's one of the things in Earth
Where there's no right or wrong

So why keep putting boundaries?
Why prevent people from happiness?
Let them experience the ache, the pain
For them to realize, to actually realize
Just how lucky they are, to be in love

To be happy

"Are you in love?"

'No, not yet.'

"When do you think you'll fall in love?"

'Come the day I'll learn to love myself.'

"When will that happen?"

'Surely not anytime soon.'

"And why is that?"

As the Stars twinkle at night
Each light comforts another
And another, and another
A dim glow from the universe

Under this breathtaking night sky
Children blending in the background
As they wait for heaven’s graces
Stars seem to have more twinkle than their eyes

As the night grew longer, and the moon rose higher
Heaven’s graces are nowhere to be found
Unlike the stars that were apparent to everyone’s eyes
They were hidden away in the darkness

A chorus of stomach growls are heard from the alleyway
They cannot wait for heaven’s graces no more
Each person passing by is as if a star in the night sky
Heaven’s grace is in such close reach

A glimmer appeared in their eyes
And other from the cold metal in their hand
Slowly they try to reach for the stars
To silence the cries of hunger in their head

I hope that I grow
So I won't give in
To these insecurities
I hope I don't compare
So that I will learn
To finally love myself

home doesn't feel like home anymore
where can I find a place called home
you can call me a creep but with you
I found home

How have you been?
Are you all right?
I look at the night sky and think of you
I listen to songs that remind me of you

Are you doing fine?
Have you eaten yet?
I passed by your favourite restaurant today
I watched the first movie we saw together

I wonder how the stars look up there
Do they look different up close?
How have you been?
Because I've been missing you since

I felt so unloved
until you.

You taught me
how to love every
single imperfection
I have.

I don't understand how,
what seemed to be
so impossible,
to love someone like me.
But it happened,
You loved someone like me.

And it felt freaking amazing.
But what's more amazing
Is how you taught me
To
Love
Myself.

At the end of the day
there'll be a beautiful sunset
waiting for you

Right afterwards
the sky will be painted black
with twinkling stars for comfort

But then the clouds start to cover them
Blocking your view, and the demons
they appear again in your head

It's past midnight: early a.m
you have no idea
why you feel how you do

You just lay there alone
with vicious thoughts running around
as the tears slowly start to fall

From your cheeks to your nose
and your clothes even got wet
and you run out of breath

You try not to make a sound
because no one should know
it won't be any good for anyone

Until you fall asleep
and hope to have a good dream
but still you fail to be happy

Even in your sleep
not a hint of joy to be found
only this pounding feeling in your chest

And then you hear the alarm sounding off
As your eyes open you see darkness
The same ceiling you stared crying to sleep

It took every ounce to get out of bed
to face a new day
and be miserable inside

As the sunrise comes
we have to pretend once again
how can I stop this feeling?