I scattered every last bit of myself
to places where I have been
I've lost my own soul
yet in those places
I am rich

One place is the bar
Where my lips linger on people i don't know
Beer tasted like Sunday's gospel
in a crowded room full of hypocrites

Second place is my bed
a bottomless pit full of my emotions
my bed sheet have seen the worst
my feet trapped on the feeling of comfort
while the world is cruel enough
to not even recognize your pain

The last is in your hands
Arms like heaven's embrace
I've been dying to live for your touch
as days turn to nights
you light my world more than the kitchen light we dance to all day

In places I have been
I lost myself more
in your eyes

Going home drunk
While my eyes are blurry  
So my father
Can look me straight in the eye
One last time.

For I have finally risen from the void
that was created on my bed
your features only be recognized
from the corners of my eyes
as I stare at you
to me you are now unrecognized.

From a broken mirror I may remember
but to a clear one I'll hesitate
to know someone like you
someone I seem to hate

It was you all along
A memory I begged to forget
a piece of something spiteful enough
to not even give a gaze

You
For countless of painful measures
I have stood tall
to forget who you are
to consider as a stranger
Despite the moments I have recalled

If you'd ask why I didn't choose you
My tongue curls up to say
That you were the dream
and she was the reality

I've slept far too longer
denying every truth
that the heart needs to wake up
knowing it will never be you

You were the happy thought
at the back of my brain
kept lock inside
being scared that things might change

But I found the weapon
to end all of our suffering
no deadly blades or guns
but only a tongue
having the courage to say
"i'm letting go"

She is a blessing
that only comes once
And a curse
If you lose her
By doing the same mistake
Twice

******* in heart shaped knots
I found you
You captured me
but I'd rather be broken honestly
than to be chained with lies

When every angle or direction
either turns into an expectation you'll pop up
or
takes me back to moments I cannot recreate with anyone
This is the endless loop of misery of how i miss you.

Won't you be the center monument of an exquisite scenery in a place called "my arms?"

Where even you will outshine the sunshine while we set a picnic near a sunset.

Would my rhymes be a crime if I disguise my metaphors as roses to let me get a grip of you?

Will this be enough?
Or do I still need to beg?

It was 3 years ago
The very first moment my heart
felt home
Your eyes were like waves
and with every glance
my heart started to love your waters
Your walk was like rhum
I got drunk with every step you take
and that made me had the courage
To say
That the liquor wasn't strong enough to tell you I love you

It may sound false but I tell you it is always true
There's no true love in life if you're not true to you
The things we feel on how to act makes us vulnerable
making our glutton for love more critical

The metaphors we see,predicts us on what our lovers should be
So I ask you again.
Is it true love or just a love you wanted it to be?

Heaven drop a little rain
For a dry heart cant take the pain
In times I pray for a little water
In God I ask for my mind to have a good weather #broken

We desire a love

that makes us stop on our feet

the eyes follow on dreams we can't
reach

the hands cramp of holding what we can't grip

the heart begins to slow down as she walks by

thats the time you'll realize all things come and go

and the show must go on

Feeling drunk and I'm looking for something to feel right
But if love is what you want then I shall be the euphoria of your night
I bow my head with the burns of acid on my throat and with a heart made out of forgotten sticky notes and ripped love letters
For meeting me was not common in an area full of forgotten lovers
I wish to dance , but sadly only walking is my dance step.
I could use that to take you to your home's door step
I reach out once again to take this universe one more chance
So hi, i'm really drunk , do  you want to dance?

I held the cigarette more than your hand , it tasted sweeter than your kisses can
With Nicotine inside my lungs and liquor that stained my insides ,
Is there any other way to dry up my cries?
For endless days turn to hardest of nights,
My heart still yearns for a fight.
For countless of times I ran with ache on my chest
and a burden on my back trying to escape God's heaviest test.
Now I held the beer bottle more than you hand .
I moved on and drank it up
and now,Thankfully it's more empty than I am ..

Let's get coffee at midnight
where we could savor the brew and get high while looking at the stars
I know coffee taste better at morning but It taste best when you're around

Let's drink at the morning !
When the sun shines so bright and the heat spreads the room
Where my throat burns but my heart burning for you.
I'll pass out early in a four cornered room full of your smiles
and speak sober of what we used to be.

I'll dream of you and what we used to do
Where coffee was on the morning
as your lips kissed the cup and I envy it.
Where we pass out drunk at midnight with the stars shining our night.

I woke up at midnight without you
with coffee at the table
and her in front of me .