the flowers that
once bloomed in
my mind because
of you are now
dead and withered

I better stop these feelings,
Before I stay up all night thinking about you.

I better stop these feelings,
Before my eyes become fixed on you.

I better stop these feelings,
Before I start dreaming about you and I.

I better stop these feelings,
Before our small talks keep on repeating inside my head.

I better stop these feelings,
Before your small gestures  jumble my emotions.

I better stop these feelings,
Before your presence becomes my only happy pill.

I better stop these feelings,
Before you completely occupy both my mind and my heart.

I better stop these feelings,
Before I fall, without you to catch me.

We often wonder why our hearts
get broken, and I think I am
beginning to understand why.

A tiny thing, so precious yet so
fragile, had to be undone before
it can be made whole again.

My guess is, in putting the pieces
back together;
we find strength in weakness.
We find courage in vulnerability.
We understand ourselves better.

And with what we lose,
we also gain more of ourselves.

I’ve been writing about you a lot
It comes so easy and I don’t want to stop
For me, it’s a way of keeping you real,
a way of convincing myself
there is something more
It fuels my desire to keep you,
a way of begging the cosmos
to pick up on my words
and turn them into stardust
so they could reach you every night
and when you wake up
you will feel a familiar love
in your heart and maybe know
that it is me thinking of you
from another place,
wishing, willing
that our souls will somehow
become one.