The Soft Words That Resonated

When we first met, you told me that it was better to love someone who loved you back.
Now, I wonder if it was you hoping that I would love you.
Because I did.

The Hope That Something Is Good Enough

There will always be one overhanging question within me.
When we talk. When we meet.
When we laugh. When we cry.
When we part. Before we sleep.
While I am alone. While you are away.
When I close my eyes, as I listen to your voice.



"Can we make it?"

Wandering Still

I want to fall in love with you, but I am stopping me.

The Breeze Takes Me Back

I am happy. I really was. I have found love when you've shown me none. But you coming back, reminded me of how painful it had been; to have loved and lost. To have thought to have been loved and let go of.

I smiled the day you left, and now you know, it was a lie. I wasn't unscathed at all.

As Existence Walks Out of the Door

Conversations on loop. No one understands anyone. No one believes anyone. Until no one wants to shout nor whisper anymore. Not even out of love. Not even out of hate. Not even out of regret. Not even out of friendship. Not even out of memory.

The Writer's Achilles' Heel

You took my words away with you the day you left.

You 101

You taught me how to draw the best worst-case scenarios.

As Her Wandering Ends

Yes, World. Him.

The Choice

I am as afraid as you are. But if I don't take this chance, if I just choose to let it go easily, I might spend a part of my life wondering what could have been. I am yours to begin with, and I wish so much that you would go past everything you fear, everything we both fear, to take a chance on me, to take a chance with me, to take a chance on us.


I might prove your doubts wrong.

Until These Words Take Us Away

I have come to believe that I didn't give myself a 30-day ultimatum just to challenge myself.
It was also a deadline to write everything and get over it.

The Sand Tells Our Tale

The reason why I love when you agree to take me to the ocean was that it was those rare moments when we could speak to each other like normal people. Like innocent children, unable to lie.


And when we leave, the waves take our echoes with it. Eating away all traces.

Hearts and Apathies

I just wanted to pretend that I couldn't see or hear for a bit longer.

A Different Kind of Blindness

Look at me, please.
Just for this one moment, then tell me,
I can be all that you can see.

When He Speaks

And he looked at me with those kind eyes;
a kiss, a hug, an "Everything will be all right."

I know it won't be, at least not this soon.
But I trust him.



Could that be enough?

Hey There, Stranger

Trust me, I am not known to fix stuff.
Gadgets, I can tinker with, but relationships,
I am a "no" kind of man. One defective side and
I find that throwing it away is the easier repair.
For me at least.


But this was different.
She was fragile as she can be strong.
She was demanding yet giving. She was as gentle, yet wild, untamed.
I found someone who was as good as running away as I am.
She makes things complicated for the fool I was.
She was Irony in human form.



I want to do my best not to lose her.

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Then it rained, and the people's faces were ashen.
We've waited so long for summer. I should have been as well,
all those days when I hated the wet season.


But I shrieked with glee, I threw my umbrella and danced
all over the puddles. That day, I thought differently.





I could love the rain after all.