Frozen Words

I once compared him to the moonlight. The way it never fails to amuse me. There's always a sense of 'you can lean on me and tell me your secrets' to it. And I don't think I would be able to survive so long with all my secrets bottled up inside this heart of mine, most of which belongs to him from the very beginning... The moonlight was there to tell me that I don't have to keep it all in, that I can break down and be naïve and fall in love with all the wrong people and still, that won't change the way I love, that won't make me weak. I think darkness is overrated. We give it too much attention and it doesn't have to be this way. I was a completely different person when he came into my life. He helped me a lot and he doesn't even know it. There were a lot of moments where I knew this spark between us is meant to turn into fire and burn everything to the ground and I can see it still. Sometimes too bright that I am afraid of all the things we would d

It happened As slowly as spring gives itself into the fall It happened As lightly as snow falls on the ground The thing is It was not supposed to happen He was not meant to be the one Who sweeps me off my feet He was not meant to be The only one who makes me the happiest He was supposed to be still As still as an island far away from one's sight He was supposed to stay hidden Like a wish I made but never told it to the stars Instead He was a river Flowing and flowing and never letting anything stop him He was the face I saw When I used to talk about the things I'd love to write about He was the calm waves every sunrise would bring in He was everything I told myself to stay away from And yet I couldn't That was my fault His magnetic force attracting Every fibre, every drop of blood in my body And I could not say no I couldn't look in those eyes And see nothing because There was always something there Something so wrong yet right So wild ye

It was either him or no one at all. Every morning, a part of me would wish to get a text from him, anything that will let me know that he thought about me, that I crossed his mind. I swear to god, everything was so much easier when we were almost together. We never confessed our feelings, never gave a name to whatever we were, never tried to define it. We both thought we had time… we thought we will figure this out and that it all will be okay. The end was unexpected, unprepared for. I could never wrap my head around almost having him and then losing it all in the blink of an eye. I hate how he took it like it was nothing at all, I'm not sure if this hurt him too and he doesn't know about the heart-wrenching pain I had to go through, alone. We both were hiding our misery and as it turns out, we both are good at it. If this goes on like this, him, pretending nothing ever happened and I, typing down everything I want to scream at him… we both will bury our half-written story unde

The sea looked inviting. I felt as if it was calling me, asking me if I wanted to join the waves. To tell you the truth, I wanted to jump and see if it feels as wonderful as it looks from the balcony of my room. I wanted to see if the sea would take me in and carry me safely or show me why many people fear its unpredictability. From where I was sitting, I could sense the fragility the sea held, no matter how much of a strength it presented to the world. One wave carrying the other and so on, it was a sight to watch. It is something you can never get tired of looking at. It felt as if each wave carried a thought of mine with it and that felt good, seeing the reflection of my mind instead of my face was something I would want to experience more often. The endlessness this sea holds is so powerful. I think the ocean drowns far more desires than the darkness ever could. Maybe that’s why it is feared. This unpredictability of the sea should be complimented. It is a living proof that 

Here's the thing, this is all new to me. A sense, something far more than I can understand. There were so many things that could have gone wrong, so many moments I would have easily missed if I had chosen to stay home, to not show up… But it all worked out perfectly. I am still wondering how the hell did I end up here. I never pictured myself adoring someone so much, I did not know I had this much love left to give, to share, to create laughter and memories with. To be brutally honest, I am not someone who enjoys being in one place, belong to anyone else than herself. I hate it. I always did. But I guess, there's this freedom that you brought along, something that never made me feel obligated to do anything I don't want to, to live my life and just know that you will be there and that made you different from everyone else I have met before. And more familiar than I could ever imagine. I don't like to let people in my life. I have been hurt before and yes, building a

There are times when I could feel your presence slipping away from my life a bit by bit and I don't try to stop it. I just let it leave, tell myself if it meant to stay, it will. There are times where I almost let you go but then, I recall begging for your name to be written on every page of this story of my life, I know how bad the idea of losing you tore me apart, I saw how seeing you leave made my whole existence feel very little, if not nothing at all. So, I believe there are going to be moments where I will grieve over letting you go without ever getting the right chance to love you and moments where I will be grateful for your absence. As time passes, I realize how much of an impact you made on my life, how in such a short while you gave me a lifetime to look forward to.  There are still some things that left unsaid, words that made me feel closer to you when you were miles away. I write about the things that will never be heard, things that will always survive and never be f

I sometimes wonder how many poems, stories will be there that never got an end? That never were given attention and were just abandoned? What happened to them? Are they still somewhere waiting to be looked at? Are they still in some corner of a house collecting dust? Can you imagine how many masterpieces, legendary lines, golden pages would be there just waiting to be found by someone? How many love stories, tragedies would be there willing to be shared but no one to bring them out in the world? I feel sad for all the letters that were never sent to the right address, for the half-written pages that just sat there on the table, words of which consumed in spilt ink and stained tears. I feel sad for the ones who never received their letters, who never got to know about the love that was dying slowly yet was living and breathing for one reason, the love that was yet to begin, that was hoping to begin. Do you want to know how I feel about you? That is how. If you read all the unsent lett

I wish there was a way. A way to see myself a day before I met you, so I can warn her about all the butterflies that will turn into dust in no time. A way to tell her not to get lost in those honey brown eyes and not let their sweetness melt the walls built around the heart at that instant. But there isn't. Of course. How foolish of me to even think about this. But then again, it was my fooled heart that kept hoping for things to get well between you and I, that kept hoping for you and I to become 'us'. It didn't know how difficult it was going to be to get myself stand back up on my feet after that fall.  I know I should have known about that 'X' mark my heart made right where you stood...  I know it wasn't ready for the world I was about to enter after you.    After .  Don't get me wrong But we knew what we were walking into,  We assumed the path was an easy ride So we let our hearts control me & you.  I'm sorry but I tried to make  some sense