Maybe that's why I always look sad

They say I have her smile, but I only remember the grimace when she realizes my stupidity. They say I have her eyes, but I only remember the disappointment when she recognizes my insignificance. They say I have her hair, but I only remember the synthetic wig I found in her bedroom after her funeral.

I stayed in that room for months. No tears. No words. No bed. They took away all the furnitures, superstitious that she'd haunt this place and not pass on to the next life. Maybe she did, maybe she didn't. But I stayed just in case. Lying on that cold bamboo floor, holding on to...

I honestly don't even know what...

The day I threw your stuffs away

A sweater, two hats, and three shirts. I clutched onto the last remnants of you in this room. I'm moving out tomorrow, but this room has already been emptied, the day you moved out. You packed your bags but you were right, most of the things are mine. Ours, I should say. They were there to build a life for us, but that was not the life we were meant to have. We played house, you got tired. So I played alone, pretending you- waiting impatiently for me on our queen-size spaceship, imagining you- dancing gracelessly with me in our messy kitchen. To throw away your things is to desecrate our home, to bring them with me is to have faith in something unreal. So I left behind the fragments, as they are, as they have been, to immortalize those moments we called love.

Hi

You were "you", I was "I"
Living without knowing each other

With a glance and a wave
Now it's you and me

With a soft whisper, with a pacing heart
With a little fear and eagerness
I approach you

You Were Beautiful

Beautiful
 the way you looked at me
 the way you said my name
Everything
 all that to me

In fiction

I picked up a pen and started to write

A love story for you and I

Where we laughed and we smiled

I embraced your arms and believed

This is how it is supposed to be

With you kissing me like nothing's wrong

I live my life preoccupied

I live my life preoccupied

with stuffs to do

lists to finish

movies to watch

songs to play

Stuffs not with you

Looking at you not looking at me

Through the branches
Through the trees
I'm looking at you
Who's not looking at me