Hello, Loneliness

Hello, Loneliness.

You sneaky little bitch.

Creeping in one of those nights, infecting the mind with poisonous thought,

Giving a surprise in the middle of the event, spreading virus on one’s brain,

Making one questioning its very own existence.

Sea of people may gather around,

Yet you manage to stand out,

clouding everything but you.

The best kind of people perhaps stands beside,

Yet your step approaching,

becoming closer than ever.

One doesn’t have to walk alone to meet you,

You are there, in every door,

ready to catch people off guard.

Strangely, you are one of those constant friends,

That sits together at the table dinner when I feel out of place,

That wiping the silent tears with blanket on night bed,

That laughs the loudest when no one’s get the humor.

Xoxo,

You know me by heart

Hello, Prince Charming

Hello, Prince Charming.

Dapper, humble and charming as ever,

The prince charming who fight for the girl he thought he deserved,

That night, I understand why Cinderella would run away just to meet you.

Your form then was morphed into a badass, warm hearted, yet ridiculously handsome guy,

Who would abandon and sacrifice anything just to be with the poor, yet courageous young lady.

Heavily depended on the movies, dramas, music, or books I’m drowning myself into,

The manifestation of your existence shifting constantly.

Nonetheless the form, it all hit me the same,

You strike me as the wave that always eager to meet the shore,

You strike me as the wind that can’t help but to blow,

You strike me as the bird that chirps happily welcoming the sun,

You strike me as the downpour that yearns to touch the ground.

You strike me when you sold yourself for the sake of love,

Captivated and enraptured by a single person that occupied your soul more than yourself.

You strike me with fantasy and jealousy whilst you’re side by side with your significant other,

Happily bantering Virgina Woolf’s quote,

Having secret rendezvous just to unfold tales like Shahrazad,

Silently devouring each other’s voice reciting a poem,

Briefly look into other’s eyes and realize that it’s home.

You are the epitome of everything impossible that could only happen in one’s story.

Xoxo,

not exactly a damsel in distress, but distress enough because the books she read