all broken hearts, and tears shed,
that after you read this you will move on,
pieces away, tears wiped.
okay to cry once, twice, thrice,
not forever. Let it all out. But after it, make sure all of
be afraid to love again.
is beautiful, keep that in mind.
your commitment to yourself below.)
to be embraced in your feathered arms of forever,
voice soothing as the heavens.
to be enraptured by you, within you,
capability of making me melt, making me smile,
without your presence.
to be the one that’s going to finish your sentences,
owner of the hands you are going to hold on for long,
you’ll ever remember that you’ll trade your life & time.
if I can ever carry on.
are absorbing my breathing.
remember every sensation.
inch of your skin touching mine.
remember everything you told me,
first to the last sequence.
you arrange your words
magnificent array of flowers,
your jokes make me giggle
being tickled with a feather in my ear.
remember how often I showed you
would it feel to be loved by me,
wish I can do more.
to do more.
I wish I
have kissed you before I went home.
But if I
did, then it would only come as a torment
days that passes by without you.
this day goes
I made a
falling for you.
drowned in your ocean of sugar-coated words,
sugar in your coffee and cream but dreadful when tasted.
not pull me out from drowning.
course, you would not miss me.
course, you would not care.
course, you would not text me.
course, you would not dare.
the end of everyday, I always think..
you miss me.
you will text me.
you will dare.
you love me.
maybe, all of these things are uncertain.
stop walking behind you.
course, you’ll never know. You’ll never look back.
there, behind you, seeing how your footsteps brisk
step to another.
sorry if I insisted in tagging you along.
worries now, love.
let you walk on your own now.
be walking away.
walking away from you.
come looking for me,
just opposite where you went.
be walking, but I’ll still be waiting.
for you when I thought I would not.
into my life when I least expected you would come.
be my kismet.
I’ve waited for do long.
been waiting for that prince charming,
the books are saying.
thought it was the one with the crown,
with the shining armour and with that hair of brown.
said, “Yes, take me with you.”
fast into a journey
most people think it’s easy to take,
she was astonished, he was a fake.
went so wrong, everything they make.
a horse with a beast,
anytime, she could be its feast.
the beast once more.
be fine.” To herself, she swore.
he’s a beast but he loved him still.
princes have crowns or dragons to kill.
them are beasts you have to get used to.
is not merely “falling” but accepting,
is tormented of the memories of you.
and stumble upon my thoughts of you.
me into your magic spell,
cursed and poisoned as hell.
I to you?
a sket, a lover..
word defines me?
a lady, a stranger..
kismet had brought me to you,
guy, the boy, the man?
you, and you said you love me too.
am I to you?
friend, a lover or for a leisure,
you spend your empty minutes to.
my memories will haunt you.
you cannot go to sleep without the thoughts of me.
you’ll go back and find me.
you’ll find mt tracks.
you come asking other people how I’m doing
you’ll go watch me from afar
upon a twinkling star
on every 11:11, twenty four and seven
you just loved me and never break even.
is now clear to me like a newly-squeegeed glass
was just delusional
everything between us two will be fine.
love for you was only an
thinking of a hopeless heart.
to weave myself in your world.
to weave myself in your world,
to pave a road where we can walk through
journey together without hindrances and self-issues,
so hard for you to stay
fact you would not.
time, it was not me.
time, it was someone else.
destroyed me in the beautiful way possible.
destroyed me in a way we both know that’s otherwise.
fine, but you can never get rid of me forever.
be here, watching you from your window,
your table, in your chest, sniffing your soul
inside your heart, hearing your every heartbeat.
used to this, you pushing me away.
welcome every torment as long as it’s you.
keep in mind, no matter what you’ll do,
never leave you.
started by teasing each other through pet names,
feelings deeper by creating love names
ended up calling each other by our first names.
both can’t understand at the moment,
these tears fill the corners of our eyes.
the reasons are too obscure to be seen.
knows why I chose to leave,
heart is still yours to bleed.
seem so confusing,
that’s how love is anyway,
be happy seeing you happy,
knowing that it’s not me you’re happy with
pain I’ve swallowed for so long now.
might want to notice my presence who’s always been here,
every step you take.
you miles away,
away from me,
away with somebody else.
torture I’ve chosen.
it’s okay to cry.
it’s okay to let it all out.
is heaving and my mind wants to shoyt.
let it all out.
let him hear it even if he would not care.
break his mirrors and windows with my weep.
tear his soul apart with my agonizing cries,
saddest cries are the ones left unheard.
welcome any pain and suffering
and with you by my side than losing you all the way
having you in my life.
love to be tormented, tortured;
limbs, broken bones, rather than a broken heart.
all you want.
me, wreck me if you must.
everyday, it’s you,
your soul that I breathe
without you, I am nothing.
would I do to make you understand?
would I do to make you stay?
you’re the one I need at every minute
this very hour, I am dying.
you more than just a “need”.
back to those old memories of ours
realize that there are really things
aren’t meant to be no matter how hard we try.
people aren’t meant to be together, they will never be,
matter how they say, “Always and forever.”
second of the day or
always try to keep each other close.
love story was meant for a ‘The End’,
the only way it’s headed to.
maybe, someday, I deserve someone better than you.
deserve something better than what we had,
will love that person more than I loved you.
time, I will love someone who deserves to be loved
will be loved as to how I deserve to be.
often, I tell myself,
also deserve a happily-ever-after.”
did was to love,
single day, each passing hour.
question the existence of true love,
love so true exist?”
love, do listen.
tired of waiting for you.
dying of being in pain.
I was once a seeker of true love.
I went mountains and fell off
wounded, got healed, got wounded and healed again.
I was once a
seeker of true love.
like I was the princess looking for the Cinderella boy to whom this
glass boot fits.
I was once a seeker of true love when I figured
my search was a failure.
I've been to different people of
different perspectives and of different views of love, nevertheless,
never found 'The One'
Now, I am the love that the seeker shall
I am right here, waiting..
Standing by this white wall,
if you found me, show me you are worthy, and I am yours.
just like how the prince found Cinderella.
Don't bring me a glass boot or a
glass slipper, bring me your heart.
Unsaid Thoughts of
Love if it’s not with you?
wasn’t you, it wouldn’t be love, I know
How do I
know? Well, I just know.
people say our love is just a lie,
They say, “How would a Long Distance Relationship survive? Would
there be a love between a man and a woman in the opposite sides of
the miles between us are crazy.
You’re crazy. We both are crazy!
guess we cannot deny the fact that we both really are, crazily in
love with each other.
it cannot be love when you haven’t seen the person yet.
not know, because they haven’t felt it.
feeling right now is only between me and him,
me, and every little air of gap between us.
love if it’s not with you?
wasn’t you, it wouldn’t be love, I know
know. I just know.
connection we’ve felt since day one,
you talked to me and the way I talked to you
day on I knew, I knew, I just knew
there was something.
was something really strong.
met each other in past life?
Was I your
wife? Your twin? Your sister?
confused and puzzled and tangled with questions
In my mind
I would like to ask the wisest owl
whole world, or.. at least a person who knows
to these things.
even unfold them?
our stories are intertwined into the same fabric
same cloth, of the same color, only of different years?
stopped believing in magic when I was 9 but I think I need to believe
love if it’s not having straight sleep for 8 hours just to talk to
you and meet your timezone?
timezone eleven hours passed yours.
when it’s noon in your place and dawn at mine.
I know, God, I know, we’re still under the same sun,
moon, the same stars, only of different directions
love if it’s not waking up in the morning knowing I slept over your
messages and have to apologize to you and wish that you’re not
grumpy because of it at all,
Even if I
know that you are, no matter how hard you try to pretend you’re
you did that to me one time.
love if it’s not saying the sweetest ‘I love you’ no matter how
grumpy you are.
grumpy of me for something I did, perhaps it was falling asleep while
you were waiting for my replies,
next day you sent me a picture of you and your adorable pouty lips
because you miss me
trying to make up.
isn’t love, I don’t know what is.
strong feeling I have for you will not be explained and defined as
it be defined by a 4-year-old or a college student,
know what is.
Thoughts of Love, Book 2, will soon be published.
There are only a few
people who had made this book possible but I would still consider
them the best, so I’m going to tell them how grateful I am for
God, You have been
my rock. I am and will ever be forever grateful of letting me see how
beautiful love is and what beauty it does to people.
Beau, you make life
ever beautiful than it was before. You’re the reason why I got back
to writing. Thank you for motivating me to write. Thank you for being
you. Like I always say, you’re the most amazing man. I love you.
who are reading this,
thank you. You made my literature alive. Without you, my words are
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