Daisy

But as for me, even breathing could not contest, because no, nothing’s easier than falling in love with you.

You

It’s during these — when I want to cry and write and keep my eyes closed, but have no idea which one to do first. I am fed a spoon of emotions that makes me want to throw up. As if a bullet was shot right through my throat. All in one go. I am overwhelmed.

Archer

I remember you and think remnants of the once brightest star is evident. I see you and realize its nothing but a grave of everything that used to revolve around it. All the light calling me in, I mistake as its own, only to figure out that it’s just radiance of all the things it once accumulated and those behind it, the only reason I am still able to perceive you.

Curved

No. There is nothing to regret in letting go of a chance that would result in a fleeting hope. No. It wasn’t a slip out the hand. There’s no remorse for not watering a seed meant to wither in a couple of months.

Crash

I shot myself in the foot when I told you I’d eternally love you even when you fully embrace your spontaneity, but I am happy you are free. I am happy when you are, with all my heart.

Faceless

I find it easier to speak with people I have been casual with my entire life, compared to those I used to be so close with but drifted away from… even without conflict. They become faceless. I have no idea how to act as I am unable to recall how I was before around them. I don’t know where to land my feet on the situation, nor where such feeling is stemming from. I become blank. I suffer colors.

🌷

One can be too extreme for someone and too irrelevant for the other. I often dwell around the former. I take the smallest things and magnify them unconsciously. I despise it most of the time, but how I wish people are in my shoes right now.

I wish you are able to weep from an image.
I wish your chest weigh tons from a short clip.
I wish your body aches from thoughts.. of how your choices would affect others below your feet.

This isn’t a holier-than-thou cry. We strive for different things. We fight for the same reasons. You have your own convictions and I have mine. I just wish your fuel source from people.