Can We?

Only Pain.

If this is beautiful
and this is love

Then what is horrible
and what is hate?

Concepts of love
Controversies of hate

Needing to love
Uncaring of hate

I can paint a picture with my emotions
love and hate is not present.

Only pain.

I can't compare

When did I suddenly go from nothing to everything to something and to nothing and to something and onto everything and nothing and..onwards...

When did your smile turn into my every hope?
When did your touch turn into my every comfort?
When did your voice turn into my sweetest lullaby?


When did it start getting harder to breathe?

When did it start
and When will it end?

Are you gamed?

Let's play a game,

You and I.

The first to fall in love?
Wins a breaking heart.

You stump me
Then I ponder
And I reach the decision that
I think too much

Your love somehow outweighs...
leaving me breathless
and giggly.

But into the midst of the night,
when silence is my best friend?

Your love widens my lonely heart...

lingering words.

Some people tell me that words are my jigsaw puzzle.
I can create an imagery that enters into someone's mind.
So apparently, that's writing well.

But I feel, that,
I just manage to jot down my every emotion,
while vividly using the correct words to convey my message

Looping this image around
tying it into knots
and finally creating an alternate reality that I would want people to believe in

but no one but myself knows exactly what my every word means,
at the same time embracing the connection from my words to others

...is my victory at saying to the world

I'm a good writer because I have fooled you.
I can't write, I can only take you on a journey of lost words that cannot find an escape through my tears, but only through typing..