Colours

Lately I’ve been noticing that

I’m getting tainted by those hues
Of yours; it seems that the old plain black
And grey is starting to connect with your
Red, yellow, and orange, forming crimson
Flame. I’ll be burned.
7th Street

I am standing here on the 7th street in the city, still.

I’ve been here for almost 5 months now.
I don’t know who or what I am waiting for,
But I am certain that someone will come.

I hope they come, even without the

Assurance that someone is waiting
For their arrival.
Because I cannot assure you yet.

I do not know you, but I hope that I’ll get to know you.
I haven’t learned the details of your face yet,
But I hope that there will be a day that I will learn to.
I am not familiar with the sense of your touch yet, but
I hope that I’ll find a home in it.
I have not yet learned the rhyme of your heartbeat, but
I hope that someday I’ll learn to memorize it.
Icarus Fall

Golden child,
Fearless boy;
So high and mighty;
With your wings intact,
Tell me what it’s like to fly.

Broken child,
Timid boy;
So low and miserable;
With your bloodied wings
Barely intact,
Tell me what it’s like to fall.
10:35

In these papers I own

The drops of my ballpoint’s ink
Reminded me of everything about you

These words are never enough

To hold you nor the thoughts of you
Because although I claimed to love you

Nothing will ever be enough

Not even the thought of you
That never left my mind
Nothing will ever be enough to describe
These unpainted strings and lines
Running along the nerves of my mind.
Sayonee

People will probably mock

But for how I feel
This is something that’s been
Destined to be, maybe even since
The beginning of time
That even Plato or Aristotle
Weren’t able to figure out.

Maybe I’m the one for you currently,

Or for the rest of your life and mine.
And the way your hands intertwine
With mine, like it’s meant to be there.
And that only makes me weak, that
Maybe I fit right in with you.
Doesn’t make me want to leave this ever.
Not now, not ever.
Back to the Origin

As I grow older, I can’t help but look back to

Those moments that— I never knew life could
Be this cruel. There are times that I just can’t
Help but look back to the times I was still;
Unaware of the things that could hurt me,
Unaware of the things I am capable of doing,
Unaware of the things that’s happening outside
My safe bubble.

I wonder what will be of me if I didn’t look too close

And had closed my eyes instead?
I wonder how I would look to the naked eyes if I did?
I wonder if I would grow differently as I am growing now
Or will I stay the same?

Maybe I’ll wonder forever.

How is an artwork made?
(revised)

You’ve left me again yet another scar

That I know will take years to heal and disappear.

I know I’ve sworn to love you always and in all ways,

But I’m afraid that I can’t do that anymore..

I say this without conviction: I don’t want to love you anymore;

I can’t love you anymore; I don’t love you anymore— not even a bit.

Because I’ve finally opened my eyes to the signals

You’re giving me, you don’t hold me respectfully like I deserve, you never
Even respected me nor my feelings, not at all.

I hope the me from 10 months ago will come to learn to forgive me for
Being this eager to learn to unlove you. I hope she forgives me for not
Wanting to love and come to know you anymore because you’ve
Cut me so deeply— I hope she forgives me for wanting to grow out of this
Container we built that we called home.

I want to grow out of the container we’ve called home yet has managed
To stab me a thousand times. I want to grow and that container is becoming
More and more suffocating.

I’m sorry, I wanted to breathe. I’m sorry.

 As I stare at the moon
I remember you
How I fell inlove;
With your scars,

I remember;
How your voice
Make me sleep every night

And how your eyes

Captivated my heart
Every time you gaze at me

I feel that you’re here

I hope you’re here
‘cause love

The moon is beautiful tonight isn’t it?