blue

i don't need to be sorry

cause we both know that you will leave me eventually

the only question was when.


even though i already know this

why can't i stop falling for you?

my kryptonite. 

the message

Of all the suits, clubs, hearts, spades, or diamonds. 

"The hearts is the most dangerous of all. People die of broken hearts. They have heart attacks. And it's the heart that hurts most when things go wrong and fall apart."

- Markus Zusak

control

I hate my heartbeat. 

It's too loud. 

Shouting her name. 




It's deafening.

time

they say how would i describe you.

i say you are the fire by my side in a merciless jungle, keeping me safe for the terrors of the night

the hearth of the home i long for, giving me hope and reassuring me that i belong

thespacetomysentences, without meaning in your absence

you are spine of my favorite book, keeping me intact amidst all confusion

the aglet of my shoe laces, holding me together and not break apart

and the smooth brim of my cup, the smallest detail that when gone renders me useless

you are my strength





and you are my weakness

five seven five.

i want to know if

she loves me or not, but then

do i want to know?


cause


"i don't need to count

a flower's petals to know

that you don't love me"

fancy

when can it be called a date?
is it when it is planned?
or when the boy gets to pay?
is it when we are considered lovers?
or maybe when we both give it our consent?

how can it be called a date?
it was not planned.
i did not pay for it.
nor we are lovers.
but we both gave it our consent.

i hope this will not be our first and last not date

jigsaw

i'm falling for you

and starting to lose this battle