When we can be so many things,I worry about what we are not.We meet every week, at least for an hour,though you do not propose to meet.I make the arrangements,though it worries me why only I make plans.There’s a thin line between us,being friends and being lovers.We may not be the best couple in the world,but together, I know that ...
For the third timein our year-long bond,I sense a third personmay have come between us,entering your life once morein the form of a crush.You provide signs andsufficient online evidencethat trigger overthinking.When I know your wordsscarcely align with actions,it’s easy to connect the dotsbetween what you lead meto believe what you hide andwhat I observe you do.You never hesitateto follow your ...
I will never love anyone like I loved you.This may be the hundredth time I’m telling this.Let alone, I will never love anyone again, 'causeI don’t know how to love another like I loved you.I chose you to be my last destination,and as my first and the only option.I’m clueless as to how things will be,in a world I’ll be ...
Every time I want to update you,assuming you’ll overthink,I always forget the fact thatyou don’t even think.Now I breathe in your absenceand breathe out poetry, assumingthat you’ll read and contemplate,but your mind never changes.Giving up on a fight this pureis never in my blood, becausethe love I give is as pure asthe love you have for your family.
There’s a popular saying:“You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain.”I’ve experienced a different version:“You either die a lover or fight long enough for love to see yourself become a joke.”Yes, I am nothing more than a joketo many people who’ve known me.My friends think I’m stupid,and some don’t even talk like before.Who ...
I see the moon from my bed,and I try to communicate with it.Stars around fail to fill its void,no longer do you long for it.You loved to see the moonfrom a distance and love it.You left the view of it so soonto seek a star and grab it.
For the third timein our year-long bond,I sense a third personmay have come between us,entering your life once morein the form of a crush.You provide signs andsufficient online evidencethat trigger overthinking.When I know your wordsscarcely align with actions,it’s easy to connect the dotsbetween what you lead meto believe what you hide andwhat I observe you do.You never hesitateto follow your ...
A bitter truth is thatit was mostly replies,not messages, thatI received from you.A bitter truth is thatyou mostly called whena favor was sought,not to check up on me.A bitter truth is thatno time was freed for mewhen you were busy,but you were busy only for me.A bitter truth is thatI've loved you selflessly,keeping tabs on youfor fear of losing you.