Romance Was Born

When passion walked into the bar with
 his kind auburn eyes that fell upon lust,
he knew.
Of the long nights and strange beds
of even more peculiar men
that wore her weary of dreams
that came during midnight.
Maybe that is why she drugged herself
to be in a constant state of ecstasy.
Perhaps that is why she found refugee in her
mother's journal tucked away
under her bed.
Lust had always been deprived of love
or worse was mistaken for love.
But still she smiled
hoping that her mouth would hide
the truth in her eyes.
She looked up
and her hopeless eyes met with kindness.
A warmth entranced her body
and for the first time
her eyes fluttered with glee.
When passion and lust met ,
romance was born.

L'Amie Solitaire

I promise when the blades
etched in your skin  
from that worrypot mind of yours
coming spilling out .
I will catch the pieces and
fix them up
though I might get hurt
from the broken fragments
when they latch themselves
to my soul,
and I can only smile
hushing your fears away.
Know my mind is always buzzing
 and in a constant state of painc
because good things have never stayed.
And moments like these
 can become memories
that I play for myself
 on broken hearted days.

Blue Eyes , Killer Improvise

In between of rain and him 

she stood still.

Blue covered her,

as he painted her the sea of dead.

Still ,beautiful yet terrifying

 and that's what killed her

 not the gun or the blade

but dwelling in the past with him.

The Morning After

Cacooned by the velvet of the night
two souls tangled up
free on the streets
that have died.
Laughing and drunk on love,
two souls
sumberged in sleep,
covered in sheets.
As the morning rolls in
so does the reality they left behind. 

From LOVE to HEARTACHE

He looks at her

like the sun looks at the moon

with burning flames and undying passion .

He loves her 

like stars love the night 

with a sense of home in a vast galaxy .

He needs her 

like the lungs crave for oxygen

after being held down with an anchor at the bottom of the sea.

He wants her 

like the ocean kisses the shoreline

always coming back after a fight.

He looses her 

like the warmth in winter

nursing his broken heart 

wrapped in blankets with a cup of chocolate.

He forgets her (or atleast tries to)

but when he sees her with a smile plastered on her face 

holding another man-

He crumbles 

like the soft batter from the cookies she used to make.

He looks at her now

like the moon looks at the sun

admiring from afar 

never getting burnt.

Inside My Mind

Loneliness ,
it never fades away .
Like this so called 'Perfection ',
it is bound to stay .
And when you enter this void ,
the pain is overcomed by the numbness ,
yet I want pain to keep me alive .
So that is why these scars won't fade .
When I close my eyes ,
the cracks in my heart start to pain .
And I crouch ,
trying to shield myself from it .
It wont go away ,
a voice in my head tells me ,
and suicide seems my last resort.
Then I think about you ,
and the hell you put me through .
So , I live another day to make
you realize  that I am fighter
and that being young is not stupid .
I am not an idiot.
It is just that other people's needs have always been first .
And yes I am insecure and afraid ,
but at least I am still here , arent I ?
Just clinging on to another day .

The Tale of Four-Lettered Words

Hope – a four letter word

Embedded on her skin

Feeding of her dreams.

Love – a four letter word

She has never seen

But she is keen.

Mind – a four letter word

That never works

Because analyzing is not her forte.

Help – a four letter word

That she asks for

But only in her dreams.

But in the end

Words are just words

And dreams are just dreams.

In the midst of it all

Lies salvation for her

Inner beast.