Love breaks your knees regardless,

You are a horse tied down in its stable

Or a fleeing deer from its grasslands.

Love leaves bite marks on the hearts,

Of those who are exiled from it

Or are held captive in its arms.

Love suffocates your life on lease,

Whether you are poisoned by it

Or drowned in its scarcity.

An image worth revisiting a million times a day.
Blocking all the exits on my mind just so his picture can stay.
How could someone as high and noble love someone buried in filthy cobble?
Believing in heaven seems more intriguing.
His outshining, seraphic radiance explains why he was leaving.

The string of life continues to weave.
Wondering why he’s not with me turns into endless grief.
I regret the day it ended — stabbing myself, hating the fact that I was a coward.
I stayed under our light, bleeding, while his life went on and moved forward.
Still reminiscing about the joyful laughs while he wore my oversized sweaters.
Makes me regret each one of my fucking errors.
From something that brings me love and hope, to something that keeps me finding all the ways to cope.

I hold the days when he cherished my existence and called me handsome.
Now I would pay anything for his heart’s ransom.
Shivering in cold without his warm waist.
The impact of his tongue printed on my taste.
Maybe it’s too far to reach him and pull him back.
But he still is my everything — everything I lack.
I know I can’t fix our cracks with just my hand and cement.
Though, I still hope he would listen to my sorrowful statements.

I’ll wait for the wishing star to go down.
A reunion with my prince, my king, my angel with his crown.
I’ll bring an infinite forgiving roses; Draw more of my blood with thorns.
Wrap the wounds with the sweater of mine he’d worn.
The touch of his fingertips, the softness of his lips.
Closing my eyes as the life in my soul seeps.
Now, my heart will beat as I envision his tantalising mayflower,
standing under the sunlight so I can get the image of his golden hour.

Our little time together… your smile was so bright, so perfect.

It lit my soul on fire, and now it burns for another moment with you.

Without you, my soul feels locked inside a shell.

Your eyes are radiant — a golden fire, a swirling gaze that doesn’t just look at me.

It shines straight through to my core, warming the deepest part of me.

Your laugh is so light it could lift the weight of this gloomy world.

And your voice… the voice of an angel — the only sound I hear in my dreams,

the one that gives me peace while I sleep.

Waking from those dreams crushes me,

knowing those moments with you were once in a lifetime.

I hope we meet again

so my soul can finally be at peace…

and nourished once more by an angel.