I’m True


I'm True

The thing about romance and love… Well, let’s just say it’s some weird shit. Would you think that one day, you might actually fall in love with a voice?

I heard your voice for two weeks, and you drew me in with just that. I was too shy to turn and face you, to discover the face with the mouth that uttered a splendor.

You weren’t serenading or speaking poetically, it was simply your voice. My body and my brain interpreted it as one of my favorite songs.

It seeped under my skin and found its way to a locked chest in which I’ve buried my emotions…

Days and days later…. coincidence revealed your face. It’s not that you have extraordinary beauty, but to me, the beauty I saw was enough.

Maybe it’s because I’m a hopeless romantic that I fall for someone so easily, or maybe it’s because of you.

I just wish that the eyes I caught staring weren’t a work of my imagination.

I wish that the reason you always sit behind me is because you want to be as close as possible or you want me to know that you exist.

I know I’m going to regret these words afterwards.

I guess part of me enjoys being fragile and exposed.

I really need to be loved. I don’t think I’ve ever experienced true love or any sort of love. That’s why I get attached so easily. To me, it’s a chance at love. The warm fuzzy feelings you get in your stomach. The smile that draws itself on your face simply by a thought. The safety you feel by merely a gaze.

I’m a hopeless romantic. I think in a poetic way. I imagine things that I know would never happen.

I’m fragile and exposed.

But at least-

I’m true

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Stardust


Stardust

I crave the satiation

Of a wave so beautiful
Resonating against my ear
The notes he play
The strings he strike
Can bring me to my knees…

I need, with desperation,

A force so unbearable
To shatter me against
The stardust of his soul
Until I melt into one
A planet of raging storms

I melt into his darkness

The infinite space
The sun in the core
The life of my soul

He’ll strike me with meteors

Until I turn into a moon
I’ll orbit his space
And shine with my wounds

Thoughts of a Hopeless Romantic


Thoughts of a Hopeless Romantic

If only I could drain every thought of you through words…
I would write a script that can cover the entire seas
I have to…
I have to drain you from my head because-
God, you have no idea what you’re doing to me…
You drained me-
You drained my emotions and my soul
And every bit of a heart that I thought could be kept in store
For the lover yet to come…
I was wrong
I’m terrified it might be too late
I think you drained the last bit of my heart
And left me here to ache…

The Love Before


The Love Before

Once they were many
Now they are few
After some of them left
All they left is two-

Two souls an inch apart
Circling the drain
With shredding hearts
Trying to find salvation
Trying to save the love
A rarity they once had

Had they known it would be that hard
For a soul to lose a part
And the heart to live in the dark
They would’ve gone back to the start
Before the love and the names on the tree bark
Before the hate and the glass shards

He looks at her, in regret
She looks at him, in pain
He tries to accept
What she couldn’t explain

They want it back
The love before the words
The love that started with eyes
The love that started with notes…