Poems

Losing you felt like dying, For me, it has been more than twenty times of crying. Though you, in a span of a digit, have already chosen a darling, What you deserve will be given by the Divine Being— The One who collects tears in His bottle, Noting each pain that is subtle— Will bring a person who will fight with me in every battle, Someone whose heart for me will never rattle.

I won’t tell you I want to spend more time What I feel—let it be conveyed like a pantomime For you, how can I be happy knowing that, in our friend’s story, She has turned you into a third party—which has made me angry? The memory of us staring at the sky colored by peach Is saddening enough to be written on a paper plane, to be thrown out of reach Like parallel lines that are never meant to cross with, We can never be romantically solid; we have length and height, but not width

I fell for you, a poet that is yet to be a musician Who is a competitive cat person and an IU fan At times, you call me at school—I hear you say “Hello!” You always answer differently from “Yes” or “No” You are a person who has an eye for style To ensure quality, you go the extra mile The way you do things—with a criteria I remember seeing you work on your paper at the cafeteria We get our water from the drinking fountain I remember getting pissed while we were in the rain Because my umbrella you did not know how to hold That’s why you took out yours, so we would not catch a cold Our lockers are found on the same floor I peek sometimes from behind the door To look inside the room if you are there I am as clingy as a dog—and you are aware Though our personalities create a balance in color We are the same in not liking the genre of horror In second semester, we were a “working in tandem” Both studying under the strand of STEM My thoughts while sitting on the bed Led...

  Taylor Swift’s song title that matches the age of us two When I learned that you have friends—only a few It was then I discovered your sweet tooth too When you became my closest guy friend—and it’s true When my mood experienced a spectrum of hue About my feelings, you don’t have a clue Since in her direction your eyes are fixed in view It’s plain as day—her behavior of using you Sadly, because of your feelings for her, you cannot see through And every time I witness this, my heart aches anew Your mind sank deep into the well Became foolish, as if caught in a spell

  Like a mushroom, you pop up in my head So unpredictable—like the likelihood of a needle passing through a thread It gets my attention, the things that you do Can I notice less of your existence too? I do not want to reach the next stage Future self, how did you survive this page? As long as I don’t see you, I am fine In the midst of us, I should draw a line Like this, my normal self is not How did I end up being part of this plot? My emotions are being stirred Unexpectedly, for you I have always cheered I’m being attracted, like metal to a magnet The lamp you lit up in me must be unplugged from the socket Acting like nothing’s really happening Is better than dwelling in the feeling Not pretending—this is Because the way of preventing is like this This thing that I’m going through—I’m not really pleased The only reason why I’m totally pissed You have the strong ability to sense Please do not feel my weakening defense Sometimes I feel weird, sometimes I’m okay This...

  I would like to say sorry for lying To God and the people who are asking. For whom this poem I am dedicating— But it is only to you I’m saying. This is from the person you can’t see what’s behind. Feelings are being expressed from the inside. My mouth can’t speak about what’s been on my mind, So instead, in this writing, you will find. I have worn an armor that is of most durable. However, the strength of your aura made it unbearable. The arrows fired at me, I’ve tried repelling, Yet I overlooked—it’s already piercing. As I have become aware That there’s something in the air, To come near you, I would not dare, Because I don’t want to care. It may take a while before I reminisce, But as of now, I will seal the box of our memories. Now, I have to put this feeling into an end— For everything, thank you, my friend.