bittenbythelovebug

A tear falls down my cheek as the sky would do the same. I stand here waiting for your presence, yet what only comes are distant memories-- of a distant yesterday. (I wish to feel your arms again, gently grazing its warmth on my body) without my knowing, you took a bigger part of me away (than I have expected) and I am left here... standing here under your name, undecided and incomplete. For Rein

Silence echoes in the four corners of your room, nothing here seems to have changed, or perhaps in a few moments, moments left, treasured and wasted. The cold building up inside me (You will be a shooting star in my slumber) slowly disappeared as your warmth took over my weary body. (Don't say goodbye, just yet) For Rein

I stare at the dancing lines fading into infinite space. I think of memories worthy of the time of my weak-lunged state. I come across you and how we drifted apart, like the smoke which traveled in jagged lines. I remember when time was just an abandoned element. You shined onto me your light, blinded, I fall under your spell, with your misinterpreted smiles and playful touch. A void, remains in me willing, hoping, pleading to be filled by your bittersweet lies, lies, lies. I woke up from a nightmare of dancing lines and faceless beings knowing what was left had already faded.

a piece of paper-- held two truths of what was felt, Love, Hurt, time went on as it stayed in her hand, knowing was true to her heart. She tore half and left one truth in her hand, upon leaving she opened his hand and left, what was true (to him,) Love. For K

At Night, my blanket would serve you giving me your heat as your voice would lull me to sleep, I dream of sweet bliss as the sight of you would paint a smile on my face, a dream - a theater play, at the end of a scene the curtains would close and a pause would break, In the morning, as my eyes would open, the play would cease to be remembered... your voice would no longer linger.

They sky- charcoal smudged on paper, made fourteen shades of grey.

A line is drawn from point A to point B. if there is something blocking the way to point B, then it automatically becomes point B. Somehow there is a reason why you blocked me. You, becoming my destination on this line.

It was a cold summer night. I took a deep breath and dived into the water, my hair forming waves as I swam.  I forced back to the surface catching air; my lungs were not as healthy as they used to be. I floated instead and felt calm as the water was supporting my back, playing with my hair and tickling my ears. I stared at the sky. Blurry as my sight was, I could still distinguish the constellations from the night sky, how they shone their grandeur unto the world. It's been a year and only now did I look at the sky without making stars fall from my eyes.

It was always about you and me, I remember being naive all by myself; No one by my side to support me. You came, and showed me how easy things can be. You support me and I do the same. when one gets ahead both will fail, I wonder why? (both should be at the same pace) give and take. Now, it is clear. I am no longer bound to be me and you the same. We are but chopsticks. One cannot function without the other.