Okay? Okay.

When you stare back, the brown pair shoots,
colorful explosions like fireworks, but in mute,
and I swear to god, I fall, and it does me no good,

"Please?"
"Okay, fine."

and it does me no good.

The Humming Bird

The words I make is a boring hum,

bringing proper peacefulness,

leading other people to fall asleep,

while my own is nowhere to be found,

as I'm filled with litres of bitterness,

where my self-pity stays afloat for weeks.

Sometimes

Sometimes,

people are destined to meet you

just to give you sparks

so that you would not forget

how love actually feels like

and how much of an importance it is

once it is, once again, taken away.

Sometimes,

people are just a bunch of painful, beautiful reminders

of how so, so, so alive you are.

Sometimes.

Cap ou pas Cap? (Encore)

Tell me something that

I haven't known about you
Pull me with your flaws

A haiku is a simple poem in a format of three lines:
First, five syllables
Then seven in the next line,
And then again, five.

...

I don't fall in love. I collapse.