The sun sinks into the dark abyss
As a hollow night engulfs the world.
A bitter defeat, a quiet death
Like blood-red ink pouring onto the page.
Spilling bitter words from deep within,
Tracing scars across his broken heart.
Yet your light awakened new desires.
Dazzled by thoughts of you,
Caught entirely off guard by your smile,
He is terrified, yet helpless to stop.
Quite by accident, he has fallen in love again.
It’s just too fast and too overwhelming, it’s like a desert storm passed our entwined souls and fate disrupted our flow then everything changed, everything. I can’t keep pace with you anymore, we tried to talk, we tried to try again, still as I gave everything you suddenly gave up, but deep inside me there is a tiny lint of hope that no one could ever understand, maybe it’s called love, maybe it’s just foolish hope.
I blamed everyone for everything, everyone, including myself, everyone, except you, you who are not bound by any mistakes. I know, as they say, it’s my fault for being too attached, for giving too much, I’m guilty as charged. Sadness, pain, shock—mixed emotions that I felt when you left, my written poems that look like violent rants, pictures that are hidden with pain. Despite all of this I didn’t hate you, remember what I said back then? I said, “I just want you to be happy, it’s your decision so you better be happy, likewise if you’re not you’re always welcome to come back.” Honestly, I don’t know what the hell happened to me, why I said that, and up to this time, I still ask myself why did I let you go. Well, I know that regretting will not change anything, but those what-if statements still pop up in my mind from time to time. Yeah, I know it’s about time to fully accept everything, but to put it bluntly, it kills me, you see, it’s not that easy.
People change, but memories don’t. Now, nothing is different except that I’m now trapped by that feeling you caused, that strange feeling that makes us strangers again. You tried to talk to me out of it, but I can’t. Your excuses that I don’t want to hear anymore, your presence I don’t want to feel. I’m sorry for those lame acts that I pulled just to avoid you, I just can’t take it anymore. Our story is not about unrequited one-sided love, it’s about me expecting too much.
Everything have I surrendered unto thee
Wherefore, then, hath she left me all alone?
Yet once we laughed, when all was merry,
And by her smile my heart was made her own.
Whither thou goest, let me follow near;
Whence came the doubts that cloud thy mind?
Thou callest to the gods in solemn prayer,
Though truest love was offered thee to find.
To shew my devotion, bitterly I cried,
Yet by her hand a thousand times I died.
O fair Venus, return unto my embrace!
Honor my plea, and grant thy saving grace.
In frozen solitude my spirit lies,
Unseen sorrow masking weary eyes;
Yet rest assured, though worlds fall into night,
Our souls shall bind in eternal light.
I kissed her forehead in the middle of the night,
Under a veiled moon hidden from our sight.
Darkness enveloped the silent hilltop air,
While distant skyscraper lights flickered in a glare.
Before me, my beloved stared into my eyes
A gentle soul wrapped in a dress of white.
A simple man, once longing for love, I felt divine.
Then the cold winter wind brushed against our skin;
A quiet sacred presence stirred from within.
She took my hand and tried to whisper something near.
I brushed her hair aside, but could not hear.
I stepped closer, but her hands pushed me away,
Her tearful eyes speaking what words could not say.
As the truth settled in, my spirit broke in two:
She found peace in my silence, and turned from what we knew.
She walked into the night with no intent to stay,
Until the dark horizon swallowed her shadow away.
And quietly, without a sound, our tragic story closed.
I do not need opportunities. I will create my own. I do not need inspiration. I have my own will and passion.
Life moves fast, and things are happening quickly. To be completely honest, this is not how I envisioned my life turning out. It is so much more than I ever imagined. I am deeply grateful to God, my mother, and my friends for bringing out the best in me. I truly mean it; I never expected life to be this good.
My mother always told me I was lucky, and she was right. Whenever I lose my way, opportunity seems to find its way to my door. Paradoxically, that scares me sometimes. Living a life that feels this effortless makes me fear that it is almost unfair, and I worry about losing it all if I make a mistake. But I know it is a mix of luck, determination, and skill. Life has given me meaningful opportunities to understand its real value, and I can happily say I have no regrets. I feel ready for whatever challenges come next.
Looking back, I realize my core self hasn’t changed much since childhood. The passions I hold today at 21 are the very same ones I held as a child. Nothing is inherently different except that I am prouder of who I am. I love my life, I love the journey that brought me here, and I intend to keep living it with the same passion.
It is a long night, the rain pouring outside.
The lights are off; it is dark and cold.
I lie here half-awake, consumed by thoughts of you.
I gave up everything and gained nothing in return.
Perhaps I am fighting for what I can never hold,
Or trying too hard to save what is already gone.
Here I lie, unable to move, speak, or scream.
Is it wrong to give up when the ache is this deep?
I am not that strong, and you know it.
I am quick to anger, impulsive, and foolish;
I am weak, barely standing on my own two feet.
I do not know where to turn anymore.
Holding on feels entirely wrong
So let us walk away, and go our separate ways.
I tend to overthink, constantly analyzing every potential consequence before making a move. It is like running every decision through a series of “what if” scenarios, mapping out every possible step. I am not a risk-taker; I prefer a predictable, smooth path to any solution. While every choice carries consequences, knowing what lies ahead allows you to brace for impact. Most of the time, my predictions hold true, making future steps easier to calculate and building my confidence along the way.
Yet, an unknown variable occasionally surfaces out of nowhere. Fate plays its hand, my calculations fail, and everything unravels into a hard-earned lesson. Though my confidence takes a hit, I refuse to waste energy assigning blame. Instead, I try to reframe the setback as a challenge turning a failure into motivation. It is an ideal goal, easier said than done, but necessary. Even if an unexpected crisis temporarily shakes my faith in my analytical skills, it ultimately builds the resilience I need to face the unknown next time.
It is not all smiles and laughter. Sometimes tears will fall. Yet those times are the best opportunity to rise above it all.
