beware of her
she can make you feel
and make that ice heart of yours
beat

to her rhymes you will be moved
her words will make you cry
it will make you feel
the pain she felt,
or the love she wanted the world to know

beware of her,
because if you love this deadly poet
she will carry you far and wide
across continents,
and seas

she will sway you away in reality
and bring you to her world

she will let you feel the love she feels for you
and you will drown in it
you will realize that her heart only beats at the sound of your name

you will be hypnotized,
you are now under her spell

but you have to realize
that this deadly poet
is sad inside

no, she cannot tell you exactly why
but let her poem speak to you,
do not force her,
but rather understand her

and if you commit half-heartedly
then leave her,
she doesn't need you

no, she needs a person,
who will be strong for her

someone who will watch her intentsely
the way she does to you
and you need to admire her imperfections
as if she couldn't be more perfect than she already is

leave, if you can't understand this world she lives in
where both reality and fantasy resides

because if you never see the sun when you look into her eyes
while she sees the whole universe within you
then don't fall in love with her
because surely she already loves you
the moment she wrote your name
on a piece of paper accompanied by a rhyme

I blame the universe
which is ironic because
i never thought I would blame the entire universe
for something inevitable

But I still blame the universe
I blame it for his death
and it really hurts to see people walking on the streets
and the world still moving
even though he's not here anymore
1 person less in 7 billion,
It wouldn't make a difference like a grain of sand
lost in the ocean

And I am angry at the world,
for this man didn't deserve to die so early
they took our infinity together

To think that one day, I will die too
sooner or later
All the people he met, and loved
he will soon reach oblivion

And it hurts so much,
A dagger in my heart
That the memories he and I shared
will die with me,
lost forever

Because everyone in the world
deserves to know
how wonderful he really was

He made this terrible place
bearable

And as I lie at his unmade bed,
not to be slept in anymore,
his faint smell
slowly dissipating
and stare at the book at his bedside
never to be finished;
I feel as if I lost a part of me

Everyone knows that this battle
was not a war to be won
Because death will always await for us
at the end of the road

But still,
let me blame the universe for a while
as it ease the pain from my heart