harsh

sitting in the dark

staring at the harsh backlight

the blinking text line mocking, taunting

a mind filled with immense expression

overflowing with unspoken script

the inability to escape

the impotence to articulate

ringing high and strong

never will one know the anguish

and emotion weathered that day

by the frail lonely being

hurt

it's the telltale signs

the symptoms that suggest an oncoming storm

the pain in the chest

the squeeze of the heart

the tightening in the throat

the pressure from the tear ducts

holding it in

and controlling all the overwhelming hurt

grasping the push

and clinging onto the force of all the gushing emotion

but after it all,

the fight is lost

and fat thick acid pours down

and the tears never stop

irony

it's rather ironic

when human beings are created to feel pain

pain that we physically feel

and at least once,

every single person will experience this pain

but when we stop thinking about the pain

we will lose the pain when we start living

just in time

so long ago, they took a chance

but chance won't take them

maybe it was the timing

it could have been a collision of paths that did not match

and hence the two left it there

doing nothing,fearing

one unsure if their love would last

or waver with time

at present day,

after a long hiatus of brief acquaintance

like romeo found juliet

their paths crossed again

and this time, it was right

it was time and luck;

chance and fate;

love and trust

now, they walk hand in hand

their fates entwined;

destinies ordained

i will

i fell really hard

but i learnt so much from this

i will fall in love and give my all at the sound of the whistle

i will feel and give my passion at the sound of the horn

i will hurt and cry when it all crumbles

i will feel the stab and admit my failure when it all disintegrates

but i will move on and move forward after time

but i will let go and live life after it all

nothing will hold me back

because i have courage and i have strength

steps

step one;

we meet and became awkward acquaintances

step two;

we started talking,texting,laughing

step three;

we went out for a movie, it was perfect

step four;

we started hanging out,

whatever chasm dissolving away

step five;

you asked me and i said yes,

the perfect night to the start of something better

step six;

we love, we cherish and we surprise

step seven;

through ups and downs, we get closer,

no matter how much pain we felt

step eight;

take one wrong turn

and everything starts falling apart

things slip away and chances are lost

it's takes seven steps to built it all

and one to crush the entirety

all is lost and all is frail

what will it take?

what will it take to built it up again?

together

sitting on the park bench

the gentle breeze brushing past her freckled cheeks

the rustling leaves seem to whisper greetings in her ears

as she sits on the warm seat

she waits

across from her,

stands a lone boy on the speckled path

tall and built an image of strength and protection

looking and seeking

he waits

now the wait is over

and she is holding the bouquet he got for her

holding hands;

they just look out at the life they have ahead of them

together