My green eyes will record your body like an atlas... Diligently mapping out each and every coordinate.
Category: My Poetry
Stained
Emotions remain
on the fabric
that held us...
Lonely stains
imprinted in a
cotton embrace...
Last Words
As we frantically tried
to save your life
I heard
“Can someone please
call my wife?”
3 S’s
Stars, stories, and silent tears... That's all you've left for me this year.
Bound
Pieces and parts.
Remnants and remains.
Fragments of the past... Bound to me like chains.
Smothered
As we walked
the lantern broke...
And our flame
became darkness.
Blind
I've become blinded
to my own reflection...
Clear beauty miraged
by my own self-deception.
Distorted
My mirror must be defective. It's flimsy glass must be full of errors and deformations... Innocently creating ripples and alterations. That must be the reason why the girl that everyone sees... Is nowhere close to the same girl that my mirror shows to me.
Slow-Motion
Fears of the future keep crossing my mind... So I ponder every way that I may slow the time.
Last Call
They asked me whether or not she could still hear... So I held my phone patiently against a dying woman's ear...
AO Poetry 
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