“I love you with all my heart.”

“I don’t think change is such a bad thing. We grow up, we learn new things, we experience new feelings, and we change. That’s just part of life, change is good and change is needed.”

“I can tell the way you looked at me was different. Because you looked at me, the way I looked at you. And I looked at you as if the whole constellation had put itself within your eyes.”

“Always search for both the good and bad in people. Because if you’re only looking for the bad qualities within someone, that’s all you’ll ever see in them.”

“I guess I’m not really over you if I still search for you within other guys.”

“You say I’m not your type and that you’re into her. But when put in a situation that I’m standing next to her, your eyes don’t seem to acknowledge her as much as she wish they would. Your eyes instead land of the presence of me. How oblivious of you to think that I could not see you stare at me from the corner of my eyes. It has been months and I don’t look at you like the way I used to and we don’t talk anymore, yet you still continue to stare at me whether you’re sitting behind me, diagonal from me, or right in front of me. So tell me, am I really not your type? And does she really have your heart?”

— the words I’m dying to tell you

“The eyes follow the heart. In other words, though you might not realize it, the person your eyes so effortlessly find and admire in a crowded room, is the person that has your heart.”

I look into the eyes of lovers and see nothing but an empty night sky, while I look into the eyes of “just friends” and see so a whole constellation. Love has such a pure meaning yet it seems to get skewed throughout the years. My advice to the world is that through all you’ve been through, strive to find genuine love. A relationship filled with selfish desires will never flourish far. Love comes from within, love expresses itself in the simplest way. Love is simple, but we, we as people today over complex the meaning of love. So now love is deemed to be confusing, another source of sadness, something that brings more stress upon a person. Which love shouldn’t be, love should be another source of happiness and something that eases the soul. Love is really simple, but we, we as a society have made it into something much more than what it’s supposed to be. 

“I don’t miss you. I just miss the idea of you.”

“We were just too different. I looked for the beauty in love and you looked for the reason in it.”

“I found a guy that makes me want to write again.”

“I’m no me, without you.”

“I’ve never believed in this right person, wrong timing thing because to me, the right person is always timeless.”

“I want a guy that makes me want to write poetry.”

Winter Days

We were stuck in the middle of the biggest blizzard of the year and out of just curiosity, you suggested we go for a walk. I laughed at your silly statement and to my surprise, I found myself agreeing. And so I engulfed myself in my new black parka, slipped on my fuzz coated boots, and reached out for your hand. You led me first, making imprints for my following steps. And without me knowing, you stopped in your tracks and so the tip of my nose bumped into the broadness of your back. You turned around and looked down at me and I swear— as cliche as it sounds. The moment your eyes fell on me, my whole body felt like summer. Heat from within flourished every inch of my body and I felt like it was August 28th; the day we first met, all over again.

I really thought that if I distanced myself, and if I let go first; then I could move on. I thought that my feelings for you weren’t strong enough to foster. Until we were stuck in the same 10 am biology lecture, and you approached me with your autumn eyes, that I then knew why some feelings couldn’t simply go away.

— heart2heartwritings

The Moon’s Love

You’ve always told me about your obsession with the late night sky,

How the stars lay across the bleek black canvas like white dotted paint,

As the moon stood for all to see,

I remember that night when you had no complaints,

You sat amongst the ruins with your head towards the moon,

And you asked, “Why is the moon so lonely?” on that very day,

And I could only utter out a small answer to your lingering question,

“Maybe its lover is too far away?”

You looked at me with confusion smothered all over your face,

“But why is there distance when there is love?”

The moon doesn’t see the sun often but it still loves the same,

That kind of love is, well–hard to get rid of,

Because distance doesn’t always break people up,

Distance teaches people patience and trust,

And without all of that,

The moon and the sun’s love would just be stardust.

~ heart2heartwritings

A Guy I Once Knew

Autumn eyes,

You remind me of a guy I once knew,

His name no longer rings a bell within my mind,

But I do remember the day when he turned twenty-two,

He told me that he adored the freckles dotted on my cheeks,

I laughed and told him that those freckles were rather gold specks,

He chuckled with his deep dimple smile,

And asked me what’s next,

I told him that his eyes were like pumpkin spice and colored leaves,

“Why do you say so?” he’d say,

“Because those things are – warm,” I’d shyly reply,

His smile grew larger as he told me that I was so cliche,

But he is now just apart of the past,

My memory of him is now buried deep within the library of my mind,

In a book labeled, “Autumn Eyes,”

The pages within his book are sloppy and unlined,

But I don’t know why autumn still reminds me of him,

I guess warm feelings never go away,

Those warm autumn feelings,

Is still with me till this day.

~ heart2heartwritings

I have a whole book of words written for you. Words of love and lust. Frankly, no one has ever made me feel they could be true. No one has ever made me feel. - C.K.K.S. (Roaming Muse) 

I want you to soothe me, place your tongue all over my soul. (Roaming Muse C.K.K.S.) 

It wasn’t that I didn’t feel loved. It’s just the love that I was now experiencing was one of duty. No longer did he have to hear my voice, he listened because it was polite. No longer did he need to see me or make sure I was okay. He did it out of duty. 

What a horrible way to be loved. Not with passion, or fire but with a dull obligatory sigh. I thought, I did this to us. I expected more than I could ever get. 

It wasn’t that I didn’t feel loved, it was just the wrong kind from the right person and not in the right way. And just like that, I knew I would be gone before he realized.