mom,
i wish you knew,
how i cried myself at night,
wanting someone to hug me so dearly,
as i shuddered myself being consumed by the darkness,
the darkness with no ray of hope nor trace of light,
those sacred words that came from an imbecile's mouth,
struck my fragile heart,
those nightmares kept on haunting me,
as if it happened yesterday,
how i wish,
you could wrap me in your arms with warmth,
a warmth that no one could proffer.

-afi-

“i miss you”,
how should i say,
that you only miss my company,
darling.
i thought to myself while my mouth,
slipping an “i miss you too” with a smile.

your eyes may not speak,
but it tells a lot.

all these stars passing by,
when i just need the moon.

oh please god,
forbid me from feeling dejected,
from the way I see it,
I am slaughtering myself,
skin by skin, layer by layer,
without a call of mercy,
deep inside my chambers of Heart,
so never again;
I would bear
any agonising pain,
that would take the life of me.

oh what is it that i love about people?
not people, him to be exact;
a day pass by and another week come closer to my existence,

i keep reminding myself,
that it is a fleeting moment,
i need to find a flaw on you, for me to find closure on myself,
so i, would not fall in another trap and another game of mine,

a week pass by, and a new month greets my eyes,
i am still pondering on how and what did i fall for, in you?
is it by interlocking our eyes while we share our laughter,
or is it the comfort that you gave me while making conversation to me?

oh once more, i have made a fool out of myself,
to fall for someone at a first sight? absurd!
but i know, fate would not let us meet again sooner,
however now, i am missing you still,
and i will bury this feeling inside my grave.

i want to be loved
i want to be held
when no one’s watching
or a million crowds staring
i want my love to be seen
and i want to be loved seen

i want the moon to be the witness of the night
when i am crying
i want the sun to be the witness of the day
when i am shining
i want the flowers to be the witness of our love
when i am growing

i want to be loved,
i wanted and i want,
but still, it slips through my fingers because i couldn’t have it.

tik..tok-
the clock is ticking,
a glimpse of you has passed.

tik..tok;
the clock is ticking,
another silence follows,
with tears burning inside our heart.

tik..tok;
the clock is ticking,
the idea of me leaving you follows,
and my eyes are still smiling,
afraid of crying.

tik..tok;
the time has come,
and i need to leave you behind,
everything we had summed up in that silence,
a silence that kills,
a silence that we both will miss.

tik……tok;
until my clock stops.