Additional Broken Scene

Your Brand of Car Bomb

A pint of your brand of whiskey

Floated on top of your brand of cream, lately

Dropped on your brand of stout shouting "Save Me"

In just a while, you're ready

Tasted like milkshake, what a sweet treat

Didn't mind the alcohol intoxication, bittersweet

As I consume the drink, and the drink consumes me

My favourite brand of car bomb is the mixture of thee. 

Broken Scene

My Type of Men

My type of men

Are the ones who tests my temper

Making me lose my cool

Making me better

My type of men

Are the ones who are harsh yet sweet

Making me realize my flaws

Yet sweeping me off my feet

My type of men 

Are the ones who are true

Showing me their scars

Beautiful things they do

My type of men

Are the ones I can't control

Being stubborn like me

Having the same opaque soul

My type of men

Are the ones I can't reach

Me being a bad ass

It's the lesson they teach

My type of men 

Are weird guys like you

My type of men

Are my types of you. 

Another Broken Scene

Months have passed

Feelings unmasked

Poems shared

Pain spared

Memories made

Under the night shade

Forgotten who we were

Each day passed in blur

Stolen glances

Chasing chances 

Hidden smiles

Running for miles

My friend, I've missed you

Agus thaitin liom tu

A Letter from Artemis

i don't love you as much as i did

you were very real

at one point, my achilles heel 

my own brand of coffee to brew

the one to whom i say i love you

at one point, my achilles heel

hugs and kisses, we used as a seal

love letters and chocolates- ripped and rotten

our usual spot that you've forgotten

the eyes that showed truth and beauty

the very same eyes which tamed and blinded me

at one point, my achilles heel

i actually thought, you, we, were real

lately, it has been sailing rough

but hugs, kisses, and promises are enough

this feeling, i must kill

at one point, my achilles heel

Reasons Why I Love You

She smiled sheepishly. 

"Don't make me fall in love with you."

He asked why.

She smirked.

"Because I will make you want me too. So bad, too bad. I will bring you to every corner of my world that you can never go back without tasting my blood on your lips. I will make you want me that you'll die. I will destroy you in every way possible. I will destroy every piece of you and make them a piece of me. You wouldn't want to leave me. And when I leave you, you'll realize why storms are named after people." 

He smiled bitterly.

"It's a risk I'm willing to take. If that will be the cost of wanting you, then so be it. I would love to remember the taste of your lips in every part of the world. I would want you, but not die. Because me wanting you is the start of me living life. Yes, destroy me and make me a part of you. I would gladly break myself for you for the pieces will be with you. Yes, leave me, I'm okay with it. But I'll make sure that every time you leave, you'll come back, because you know that you took a part of me. And when that time comes, you'll realize why Pandora regretted opening the box." 

I Was There

"Why are you so bitter?"

I shrugged.

"Why do you keep pushing people away?"

I shrugged.

"Why do you hate the stupidity of love so much?"

Again, I shrugged.

"Are you that afraid?"

"Maybe yes. Because maybe, maybe I'm afraid to fall once more. I'm afraid that when someone manages to break my walls down, I'll fall harder. I push people away because I don't want them to think that they could just go to my life and leave as easy as fuck. I'm not an amusement park. Maybe I hate it so much because once, I believed that it's okay to be stupid on love when it isn't. It's not okay. Love is not supposed to make you feel stupid. Pained yes, but not stupid. Bitter got overcooked. Maybe that's why I became bitter. I was once sweet that got too caught up on the burning heat." 

Are you in love with me?

"Are you in love with me?" 

The question was dropped like a ticking time bomb. It was one of the simplest yet the most complicated question she asked. She thought, he would never answer. But trembling, he constructed his reply. 

"I don't know what love is, or how it works. But if love would explain why I always think of you, why I remember you when I smell the strawberry scent, why I hear your voice out of nowhere, why is your laugh music to my ears, why I love staring at your eyes, why I like how your lips move, why I think of you in the midst of love songs, why I want to shower you with compliments, why your name is the rhythm of my heart, why thoughts of you play from my heart to my mind like an endless film, why I see the future with you, why my chest feels tight like it wants to burst whenever I'm near you, why your light guides my dark world, why I always think of the universe when I look at your eyes, why I could only care how your hand fits in mine, why I worry about how much you can destroy me but doesn't care nevertheless, because it's you anyway. If that's what love is all about, then fuck yes. I'm catastrophically, truly, deeply, and madly in love with you." 

She smiled. Then, walked away.