“Where once there were a few houses between us, now there are seas.”

I close my eyes and I see you. I open them, and I’m blind.

You float underneath my eyelids – a dream I never seem to get enough of.

Of all the lies I’ve lived, and all the lies I’ve been told, the lies I told myself hurt the most.

If there’s anything I’ve learnt so far, it’s that to love others, you should give them space to breathe.

And it scares me that if I ever get my wings, I might not know where to fly to.

I am grieving a connection that never really happened, a dance of souls that only lasted one day.

Maybe that’s why it was so easy for you to break me, you can always tear the pages of an open book.

When she laughs, her soul floats outside her body and I can touch it.

I wish I can still hold your hand like I used to. I wish you were still alive.

You touch me and a thousand different particles come alive beneath my skin.

I shed skin after skin, seeking my true colors, expecting a rainbow or a stripe of black, but all I get are maps of red. We are all human underneath.

Sometimes I feel like I’m only a drop in your ocean and the waves will soon carry me away.

It was always your dreams we focused on, you never thought I’d have dreams too.

You feed me poison in a spoon of gold and I always ask for more.

You pull away and suddenly I have more room to grow.

Maybe if you hold me tight, our love won’t be as shallow.

Give me unexpected whether it is good or bad, I learn from it all. As you build or break me in the end, I will stand tall.

I’m a drunk poet; and I guess maybe I sipped too much of what I couldn’t buy of her.

Love with your mouth shut, help without breaking your ass or publicizing it: keep cool, but care.

People leave because staying requires effort.

The broken worlds we hide inside; that’s how we start to die!

I can feel the dust of her skin in my skin; and I think maybe that means these bones of mine have grown weary of crying too.

Heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy.

I don’t know what my future holds but its not your hand.