Days when 

There are days when I want to run back to everything that I knew. 

Days when a presence of someone made me feel alive, 

When I did not know the fears that I counter today, 

Times when there was more faith in hopes and dreams, 

Still a dreamer but weakened in the bed of time, 

Run back to the moments when a smile or a gaze would change perceptions. 


Thoughts that live 

You can be anything you want to be. You can think of whatever you want to. Even if they’re the most useless things in life. Even if they have no meaning for anyone or for yourself. Your thoughts and they matter. Every single one of them. They’re fragile for anyone to touch. But still they manage to fit in a mansion of your brain. 

Sometimes it’s okay to not know them or understand them, not all of those thoughts are meant to be understood right away. Sooner or later they’ll come up with a meaning. I know they’re powerful and sometimes drift all over your body and take control of you. But someday they’ll all slip away. It just a matter of time and a touch. Doesn’t matter if it’s from you or someone else. You are blessed anyway.


Some are just not meant to love, for some every relationship is love and every moving partner is a companion. That is the truth that we deny. People like her forget that there’s no end to this wanting. People like me don’t remember that there’s no end to this defeat. 

Come my love 

Come my dear, 

Lay with me one more time, 

You’ve seen my sadness and happiness, 

Rest your back on the earth with me one more time, 

Let me show you my screams and fears, 

Share my trembles and terrors of the dark, 

You’ve seen my love and and my hatred, 

Sit beside me one more time and witness my madness, 

Hear my thoughts that fumble to your absence, 

You’ve seen my everything sweetheart, 

Now watch me rot in my misery. 

Lay with me one more time, 

And I promise I’ll show you a defeatist that you’ve never seen before. 

Disguise of you 

In a world of disguise we exist, 

Under the shadow of reality we fade, 

Mistaken for sympathies to apologies, 

A lie that we live every day. 

For the stars that shine for us, 

Running through our veins,

Is the trembles that we fear, 

Decisions that we make in cold sweat. 

Leaving nothing but a mark, 

A scar, 

A symbol of the days we survived, 

Not with anyone but with ourselves. 

Since the day we recognized the sunlight, 

Taught by the teachers of life,

How to survive the cruelty of our beloved ones,

When under those grey marks, 

No one, 

Not even single soul, 

Warned us about the greatest battle, 

A war that you fight every day, 

With yourself. 

Within you like raging storm. 

Any battle could be won with peace, 

But the hostility in you can never be contained.