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Looking At You

I thought it was your leather
Chucks that beguiled me.
But when you smiled
and your braces added a little shine to it,
I found a world where you
and I could touch a star
in the middle of the night
when no one’s watching over us.
And every time I would try to catch one,
you would never let me do it myself.
Instead, you’ll stand on top of the table
so you’ll be taller, and you can snatch
the star for me,
while I’ll be waiting under that table
like a forgotten toy robot
who misses his best friend.
But that only made me realized
one thing—
even if I could stare at you all day
you will always be my distant star.
And sometimes
when you look back at me,
I would only realize how wide our universe is.
Like how our eyes discover
the faraway sun,
and how we feel its warmness
as it kisses our skins
even if it’s a thousand
miles away from us
I would still choose
to look at you.
I know that I can’t always choose
chocolates over heartaches
But I will never be afraid to touch
a star even if I know that someday
it might just explode and lose
every little things
I love about it
Until everyone forgets
that there was once
a shining star like you.
And there was once
a lone stargazer like me
who will never forget the
dreams I had whenever
I’m looking at you.

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Broken Hearts

You’d surprised me
with your heartbreak poems.
I felt the pain in every
shouting words
you strung
so tightly
for they can’t breathe.
Perhaps, it’s killing them.
But they made me feel alive
inside.
I dreamt of seeing you again
at your favorite coffee shop
and you would start gazing at me.
I’ll put down the book I’m reading.
You’ll probably order me a cup of coffee
that would sit on our table for hours—
because it’ll enjoy our sad stories.
We’ll talk about your mushy poems.
I’ll listen very carefully
like I really care about your heartache.
You can cry on my shoulder
and I’ll remember those forlorn days
when I cried for you.
I’ll probably ask you
why did you let her break your heart
when there is someone
right beside you
who’d always wanted
to take good care of it.
But that cup of coffee is not real.
Even the coffee shop doesn’t exist
like your love for me.

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ugly love

there’s a fetching face
in my head, there’s a sour
smile on my face.

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