No, it doesn't happen
Through secret glances
And shy smiles

Nor does it happen
When you gaze into ones
Deep crystal eyes

It doesn't happen
In the midst of flashlights
Or romantic background music

It happens
When you see deep within
Ones soul
Not just the window
But the whole house of emotions

It happens
When he grows meadows of daisies
Inside the ugliest parts of you

It happens
When he caresses your tear stained face
In 2 in the morning
And holds you like you're gold

It happens
When you're upset over him
Not being there for your little fits

It happens
When the suitcases under your eyes
Are packed
With thoughts of him
And only him

It happens
When you're too young
To fully comprehend
What the universe holds for you and him
But what if
At a tender age of fifteen
You know he's the one?
The one
That holds the perfect fit
To your broken soul

It happens
When you least want it to

He is the unforgettable type
Everything he does
Everything he says
Is just instantly burned forever
To the back of your head

Sometimes this just occurs
You don't notice
You don't see it coming
Feelings come out of nowhere

But in cases like this
You see this person coming
And you know they are going to be important
Feelings start growing
Feelings you can't avoid

You start falling for this person
And you can't help but do so
You know they may hurt you
You're giving them the power to
But you hope they won't

Because that's the problem with the unforgettable type
They burn so bright
Until they consume you
And they shine like they never have before
Like you never will
Because ashes is all you are left with

We lay on the flower beds one dark and gloomy night. With the murky sinister clouds engulfing the moon, suffocating it until the iridescent glow fades away. We lay there with our fingers intertwined conquering the world together. We lay there until the comfortable silence eventually becomes us. I flipped over and gently laid my hand on your heaving chest as your free hand automatically meets my waist. You said i looked beautiful even under the vague moonlight. I shook my head as a tear leaked out unintentionally. I wiped it away with the back of my hand in a swift movement but more tears seem to be wallowing on the corner of my tired eyes. He pulled me into a strong embrace then traces my hollow cheekbones, my broken lips, the dark circles under my eyes after each sleepless night and stopped briefly, gently pressing his soft lips against my mine while holding me, shushing me. You looked straight into my ocean eyes said those three words like it was the easiest thing ever. My lips quiver as i asked the only question i could comprehend. “You promise?” He had this tendency of flashing his grin that made me surrender every time, suffice to say, he didn't this time either. With no  pinky promise, no paper with his signature inked, the promise simply came from his soft, delicate mouth. Smoothly it came out, nonchalantly in fact. Merely two words. “I promise.”


Sitting on the cold, empty floor only did she realise that promises so fragile end just as the night does. Beautiful and vulnerable. Just like her.