Our love was fire.
No wonder I'm now only
ashes of a soul.

Every night..
I tuck my heart in,
and sing it lullabies of smiles and light.
I caress it softly to sleep. .to sleep into tenderness
and to wake up lite

Every morning..
I wake up to my heart
broken, and sat on fire burning.
The gentle night will always fail to help
a heart that keeps on yearning


Every night, I pick my heart back up, and mold it with careful hands as I softly kiss all its scars
Every morning, my heart falls into the void you left, and shatters into pieces as many as the stars

I used to want a lot of things,
but days, weeks, months, and even years have passed,
they've all faded—
but I guess my mind left a little memory
back to when all I wanted was to wake up every morning
next to you.

I still do.

January 7, 2015, Wednesday, 7:57AM


Words can't express
the feelings I try to suppress —
for I'll never love him any less.