Wolf eyes.

His eyes,

so fierce,

it could almost pierce my heart

right then and there,

fast-forward the love part, the drama, and the heartbreak,

shoot into the ending and crush my heart.


Love Train

It was a short ride,
But she felt what she couldn’t feel
For a long time.
As she stepped off the train,
She heard the regular alert
Please don’t leave any luggage behind
But it was too late,
The doors closed behind her,
And she was left with no heart, no eyes, and half a brain.

Chambers of her heart.

Follow the cracks in the wall,
They’ll be able to guide you
To the hole(s) that started this destruction.


Last words

Last words,

Did you even leave room for any?

Like Death, you swept in taking my soul so suddenly,

giving no chance for any last thoughts.

Like Death, you shut the door of life, of light,

and buried me in the dark with no air –

sound had no medium to be transported.

Any last words?

No, not for your ears to hear at least


Dear heartbreakers.

Dear heartbreakers,

Before you leave, give the host of the heart you broke a chance to say their last words.


Thoughts from the balcony.

If I jump from this balcony,

It won’t hurt? Would it?

If I jump from the fourth floor,

I’d just get a couple of broken things,

Broken limbs, neck injury, spinal cord injury,



Paralysed limbs.

I hope it extends to my heart.

Paralyse my heart too.

Make it stop beating,




Bleeding – apparently I bleed emotions, not blood. 

Injury to my nerves – facial nerve – 

Maybe I’d learn to have a poker face,

To cover for the painful expressions I’m trying to hide.

Jumping wouldn’t be so bad now, would it?

You’re already miles away,

You wouldn’t know until it’s too late,

And then, even your love won’t cure the broken body I will possess.

it couldn’t even cure the broken heart you left behind.

I never knew a broken heart can be broken even more.

They were shattered pieces of glass before you came along,

With you, they’re nothing but ash now.

Just one last favour, if you may.

Do not scatter me in the wind, or in the ocean.

Keep me in a floral vase on a safe shelf,

As one of your trophies.

If anything, you managed to win my heart.

I’ll give credit, where credit is due.


How can you?

How can you
still mourn and grieve
for a love
you lost
so long ago?