Time is falling dead
and everyone has flies
for an attention span;
the need to get out
throbs painfully
in every still-breathing chest
and
get out of there, will you?
Go.
Run.
Flee.

Talk to your heart
and ask it where it wants to go.
If it tells you to go to him,
don't.
Stall.
Stall long enough for
your heart to ache.
Then go.

Grab him by the pulse
and run.
If he hesitates,
let go.
If he asks you where
you're going,
say, the stars.
Say, the planets.
Say, the Restaurant at the End of the Universe.

Hope with all your heart
that he changes his mind
and grabs you, instead
and takes you there
himself.

Question: If you look back at your life from this point, what do you see?

Answer: I see the constant struggle of figuring out who I am; the many successful attempts at please people; instant coffees; notebooks I didn't finish; the wish to reach the point where everything is better; the need to run away but can't; waiting, waiting, waiting.

Started with the tenth,
Ended with the twenty-fifth.
I am little red
And I’m looking at your pearly teeth.

How did I get so lost in the woods?
How did I get so lost in you?
You already ate half my heart
(Like the bread in my basket)You split it into two.

And I’m bleeding,
Dripping trails of blood,
I wasn't supposed to be here
I wasn't sure how I got.

My mother warned me
About the strangers in the woods:
Keep your eyes on the bread crumbs
Tighten your red, red hood.

The warlock healed me with his magic hands,
The huntsman vowed to avenge me,
The baker fed me with comfort,
The knight struck his shining sword valiantly.

Grandma said, ‘Forget the amber eyes, the deep voice, the untrue.’
‘Your true options stand before you.’
Yet why in the world (in the galaxy, in the stars)
Do I still choose you (who broke my heart)?

and all i want is
just a quarter of time,
       a quarter of feelings,
       a quarter of smile.

       a quarter of recognition
from your deep blue eyes;
       a quarter of look
that says 'hey you. be mine.'

       a quarter of space
in your beautiful heart;
       a quarter of second
in your passing thought.

i don't ask for a lot because
i know you can't give all you got.
so really, i'm okay with a quarter
i'm sure it's better than never.

Cut my veins open:
Go on, Bleed me dry.
I want you out—
I want you out of veins tonight.

I am going to drain
you out of my system
which hasn’t been functioning for
so long, too long.

You no longer keep me alive.

You are poison and
you are going to get my
heart clogged; my
brain dead;

I am going to burst
I am going to die
I am going to get you out
of my life tonight.

In my Anatomy class, they said, "The lips has the most nerve endings.";
That should explain how brutal my feelings were under that flickering lamp post.

At 6:45 am, right before my first class, I spot the Cappuccino in can at a convenience store;
I always buy this simply because you first bought this for me.

At the bus, I find seats right by the window;
I tie my hair and miss the way you would tie it for me.

The new Coldplay song plays, "And you're always in my, always in my head...";
It has been on repeat for the whole night.

A guy in denim and messy hair walks by twice, thrice;
By the fourth time, he has your face.

And in a desk, I found your name faintly carved;
I retraced it heavily. Over and over again.

I have always wondered
about how people in love
folded themselves
upon each other
that  it doesn't feel difficult
for them
nor suggest difficulty
to other people's eyes
until now
when you placed
your chin upon
my shoulder with ease;
now
when you hugged me
from behind,
your warmth radiating over
my body and reaching
my cold, cold heart;
now
when you started
whispering
over and over words
that used to
not mean anything to me;
I know now
how everything seems--
sees, hears, smells, tastes and feels--
easy and God, just wonderful
to  have someone
to fold yourself
upon.