I. Ignition (1st Gear)
We built this bond with bolts and wires,
not warmth. Call it a connection— but it
was code, calibrated smiles and pre-programmed
concern. You turned the key, and I came alive
Just long enough to move when you needed motion.
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II. Drive (2nd Gear)
We were just motorheads, revving louder than we felt.
Not riders—just parts in motion. Fueling the ride,
but never the journey. You drove me— not toward a
future, but to the edge, where metal meets rust, where
trust wears thin. Your “drive” was reserved for those
who mapped your ending in their eyes— those who
promised arrival, but never shared the breakdowns.
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III. End (3rd Gear)
But not everyone is there for the real ride.
Only a few stayed when the wheels locked
and the road curved off course. So if this message
reaches you— the ones who truly cared— know this:
you weren’t just passengers. You were the engine.

i do well with criteria, i must confess,
it acts as a guideline to avoid a mess,
i always fulfill criteria with dedication,
to earn your love, my aspiration.

but anxiety takes hold within my heart,
when love is shown without a chart,
without standards to guide your affection,
i question if it's really a genuine connection.

if you were to leave, i'd blame my own strife,
my inadequacy would be the result of this life,
for without criteria to prove my worth,
then i am nothing but a piece of dirt.

Conditional love
Poured by the Sun
She pines for him
The secret passion to be returned
Her yearning unsatisfied
One side it's day
The other, the night
Following you around
Brighten her other side
The nocturnal eros
Fill her with your light

Always in circle, always in sight
To remind you of your dark & your light
Your warmth fills her air
With tears and despair
She builds walls, black & blue cloud
Then reaps her sow, thunderous & loud
Everyday is a fight
Your unconditional love
Her longing, her plight
Chase away her grayness
Fill her with your light.

conditional love
leaves a sour taste on your tongue
when you were raised on candy
it comes as a surprise
but not everyone’s like you your mother will say
It’s hard excepting that some people will only love you based on what you give them.

Anything or Anyone now is
his way of coping.
Entertaining, and using them. Hoping
that they fill the void.
But we both know
there won't be another.
So why bother?
Like that pacifier for the baby,
they'll silence the sadness.
For the time being.
But that can only last so long,
soon you'll come to your senses.
It'll all come crashing down and
you'll have to deal with those feelings.
So profound, and distinct.
This isn't what you hoped it'd be.
Letting them occupy your space,
all while trying to get rid of me.
Play time is over, time to face the truth.
You allowed artificial love to pacify you.