"I love you to the moon and back" - For the Love of the Moon

slow
steady
so quiet
and so humble
the soothing
soft
breaths you take
slumbering
and snoring
beside me
while the moon slips under the dim and faded shine of the desk lamp
and diffuses into this room
scattering
into infinity
my heart slows to a murmur
to meet yours in your dreams
and dance with you on clouds of hope
till we fall with the rain
and wake up in each other's arms
drowsy
yet content
and
happy at last

"Music in the soul can be heard by the universe" - Lao Tzu

how lonely the wind is
when the cold freezes time
and in the small hours of the deep night
it wanders
and wanders
alone.
softly she speaks
caressing windows and doors
whispering for a friend
but alas, with no response.

louder
louder
she begins to wail
rising up in a deafening crescendo
spiraling swirling up
till the howling wave of the ocean crashes on the shore
and sweeps through the tips of trees
and shadows under the moon
turn into frantic claws to rip and harvest a victim.

and as I see her beckoning hand from my window
a hollow shiver
creeps up my spine
and reverberates through my small lost soul.

"Nothing in life is meaningless; even the word ‘meaningless’ has meaning." - Jamel Duane

his responses have no answers
blank in the face of my questions
while silence hangs in the air cold
dark

dark
till his deep black eyes harden
freeze
and walls slice between us
cutting
cutting
and his tears
his tears
don't flow but stay trapped inside
where I can't see him
where I can't know
lost in ambiguity stumbling blind

and despite the months I had used and wasted on tissues
despite the despair the worry that racked my gasping lungs in neverending nights
this was sadness that
that
I had never known
quietly moaning in the hidden rooms of the heart
echoing to the edges of my soul
reverberating till numb

and I can't feel
I can't feel

but a sinking
sinking
gnawing
despair

that I can do nothing
though he is sad.
that I can do nothing
to ease his pain.
my love
my love

why shut me outside? Empty.

"It's personal."

"You know sometimes, we have to do things we don't want"

was it always this quiet
this silent
this sad
?

He who fights monsters should see to it that in the process, he doesn’t become a monster." - Nietzsche

you know.
it's only because you're
uninteresting.
boring.
plain.
unconfident.
ugly.
sad.

not as intelligent.
or nice.
nor mysterious.
not as good
as her.

"Though my heart empties you out, though I erase you, everything remembers you" - Younha

Silhouettes 

one by 

one how they glide

On the edges of my eyes

on the ends of my fingertips

Blurry figures that just

blur by in

Black coats

Busy and 

bustling 

Those footsteps 

that stride 

Are they yours? 

The. doors fly open and shut

And I just sit here looking down 

Not daring to look up 

In hopes that perhaps 

Perhaps 

You will come by looking for me 

And take me home.

I

"It's too cold for you here" - Sweater Weather

How much of this can you keep in

How much more till you breakdown

How much longer till your tearing eyes overflow

"Here comes the sun that shines on me, shines on you" - Phaeleh

spiraling down
spiraling down
in circles and ribbons of air
i fall
too deep
too low
where worries gnaw and chew
slowly withering away
the bones that held on so strong
to a nothing
that ceases to exist
till emotions
invisible
hang dead
on circles and ribbons of air

"Memory" - Younha

Outside the white world silently slips in as  snow gently falls and frost freezes over. Night descends, but the lamp posts stand unfazed with their orbs of old light and the cold viciously cuts through air without a trace of sound.

I shiver quietly in my covers. But your breathing next to me calms me down, minute by minute as time melts between us in our heat. Snuggling into your embrace, dreams trickle in slowly till they wash over me. And in your arms I can't help but feel safe, a blissful happiness, a warmth that radiates from both our hearts. I sigh in comfort and sink into you.

But when the morning comes,

The bed is empty, cold.

And I find you gone. 

"Drops"- Jungle

and sometimes i wish i were a piano.
yours.
so you can play me with your dancing fingers on my back.
coaxing melodies out of my heart.
to sing only to you.

but you play for someone else.