good things
don't have a timing
and bad things
always have the
perfect timing
and the world
won't stop turning
until you're next to me
I'm waiting twenty four hours
a day to receive the call from
you. Voicemails and late goodbyes
are like diamonds in the sky,
they never made it into my hands. 

Ever since then
words have long had little
meanings behind every
single maddening silence,
and love has stayed
a tragic event. In my dreams,
conversations with you
awake me to the truth
of the life I live now,
giving breathes to my demons
when I awake in the morning.
You used to be something
so holy to fragile old me,
but that was my problem,
you came in to my life at a
perfect timing and I
shall not blame you for
something as foolish as time.
But I blame and forgive myself
for the way we set ourselves up
in the middle of heartbreaks.
I will always be the antagonist
when I just want to be saved.