cue and you

sometimes when i stop to think
i could not help but to remind myself of you
how i wanted to give everything you'd want and
how i would be anything or anyone you'd ever ask me to
but if we ever get the chance to meet again
i would smile to you and remember
how all tingly you made feel
as if time stalled and went faster
all at the same time
and how it was so true

dementia

what i like most about the beach is it washes away the trails we leave behind... the only thing missing is you at the other end waiting

respiratorial plight

the last time i saw you
was the last time i breathed
like any man asphyxiated
i want to breathe again

bereft and forlorn

hopes to me now are no more than a dying sun
so scarce for me a love that loves another one
with each grace in the world you bring
there's not an emptier song that i could sing...
...if my hand is not nestling in yours
if my sands are not laying in your shores


i have never wanted anything i couldn't have as much as this


as how a crescent moon awaits a perfect full
alas, time to me proves to be no less than cruel

harbinger

life, some say, is about assurance
and reassurance
but if things do not go your way
i hope you would fall on softer ground
if not in my hands

bracelet

i always thought that this feeling of longing is a form of amnesty.

a painful restitution for wanting you, what it really is.

i miss u, still

prior

when he says "im ok" when actually hes not
and you can tell by his gestures
and the places he chooses to be
then you'll wonder what made him so wary
until you find his little brown book
and read the first entry that reads...
"if it means that much to you, i would"