created from the changing world of reality

i’m stuck at this moment forever

a frozen world of memories inspired from

fairy tales’ happy endings

i bind your faraway hands

but parts of me slowly becomes vulnerable

created through the changing world of reality

a masterpiece you once praised and liked

is now dreary with solitude

worn out of time

created by the changing world of reality

i am the representation of your love

like a thief I stole a moment from your life

the murky lights embraced you outside your favorite coffee shop

the lights were too dim yet still complement ed your beautiful features

even if your eyes travelled far away from where you were sitting while

drinking your cold coffee

you still looked even more beautiful.

For me.

How long have we shared dinner together?

I want to know exactly how long have you been gone and

to know how long would it take for the lemons to rot so I can buy fresh ones.

I’d like to look at the fresh lemons come to rot.

be darker than what I wear red’s more

attractive to men instead of a

shimmering shade of pink

I told them it suits my

dress yet they insist

on changing how

I look and so I

change my

clothes

to pj’s.

never attach your self

to your self since some parts

of you will be taken away from

time to time

Time to time

The parts that has taken away from you

Will leave you a remembrance of what

You have become without them

—razor-sharp.

as perfect love is to give

and give as the perfect circles

are perfect not in meeting in between but

when one stays still while the other

goes around the space

drawing the faultless curves

struggling

so to meet the other

nailed to its

throne sleeping

i extend myself to infinity

so i can be at the edge of the world

yet i fall steeply down

to what you wanted me to be

i am that small dot in a ray

when you say nothing

and do nothing

but make people

ask if you’re

true or not

how dare you say that you’re my best friend

when you lock me

in these four walls

even if I only moved myself a little

you didn’t turn me off
it’s your fault

I don’t mind. He used

to do that before he consumes my whole being.

He gives me fire and oh!

How he loves the scent of me.

He savors my every breath undeniably.

A few moments more and I’ll be done with him.

I will leave him with a soft memory to linger.

Ashes that I will so soon turn to dust.

But whichever, I give him bliss.