If I hadn't fallen in love
I would have not known
that stars could dance in the eyes
That the moon could whisk me away
That the sun could live in the heart
and warm it and fill it with light
That clouds could shower kisses
And rain could touch like a lover
That the scent of flowers
could linger through the night
That the winds could play love melodies
That sunrises could colour a blush
And sunsets stir romance
That dreams could glisten at dawn
like drops of dew

I would have not known the magic
that is love
If I hadn't fallen in love
With you

Ideas
that I have yet to form
are already at the tip of my tongue.

So, so close
am I to finding out what my next imaginary tale will be.

There it is,
I see it.

I'm reaching out,
the tips of my shaky fingers graze the warm glass.

I stretch,
and stretch,
and stretch.

I fall,
it falls and shatters, too.

So, so close
was I to finally knowing what my next dream would be.

He was my sun, every single planet in my body revolved around him.

The days seem so much longer when I don't meet the light of his gaze.
It was agony.

Every moment we are together,
an hour seems like one second.
It was in these moments wherein I knew what happiness felt like.

I hope I don't grow old like this:
depending on the few days I'd have by your side.

Everyday I'd pray
for a chance that gravity
can grant me my one wish.

My wish of being in his orbit,
and he in mine,
for eternity.

Sometimes
I think about just telling him
that he holds my whole world in the palm of his hands.

But I'm scared,
terrified,
because what if
in the end,
I'll only be left to bleed?

What if the world he holds without knowing
just crumbles into ruins?

But I tell myself,
would you try or risk never knowing?

Will you risk never knowing
if he believes that I have his heart
in a glass case kept hidden in my eyes?

So I'll try,
because I'll never know
if either my world ends,
or continues on forever.

There was a time when he and I shared the same somewhere.
He walked around the skyscrapers that always watch me and saw the sceneries I stare at every single day. He got lost in the same alleys that I know like the back of my hand, wandered around the streets that hold me when the city is too busy to care about a lonely girl. The same wind that blew through my hair that morning whispered him goodnight that evening, kissed his face like I wish I could have.
If only I was aware and already deeply in love like I am to him now, I would have blown a kiss to the wind and sent it to him. I would have whispered a prayer to the sky and asked it to guide him while he wandered around the city. I hope I could have but I never got the chance to, nor was I aware. Nonetheless, I hope the streets held him like it does to me when I wish he would. I hope he found solace in the city that comforts me whenever I wish I'm exploring it with him.
He may have found the pieces I left in the same ground we have been in but he never found me, nor I him. But maybe, hopefully someday, I'd get lost too in the same place he knows like the back of his hand. And maybe someday I'd really find him in the same somewhere.

a year ago,
a girl fell in love
with the way his eyes crinkle
whenever he smiles.

a year ago,
she started falling,
and to this day,
deeper, she does.

a year ago,
she knew love
in the form of a man
beyond her reach.

a year ago,
she loved him,
and for more years later,
she still will.

i fall in a way
day to day
to the words
i fail to say

you are silent
but my dear
in heart, the words you say
i can vividly hear

like a meteor
that falls to the earth
she fell

like a meteor
and it's small pieces
that scatter when it crashes

like the broken pieces
that lay on the ground
she was lost
she was broken

i know that
the way my heart seems to beat faster and faster
every time i hear your name,
is a sign that this could be love.

i know that
the way my mind
daydreams about all the possible impossiblities
is a sign that this could be love.

i know that
every single urge i have to be better,
to be someone worth being loved by someone like you,
is a sign that this could be love.