Frost Bit

I hold your frail, pale, limp body in my arms. Your eyes, once a beautiful ocean blue, are now a faded hue. Your dark hair is splayed across the snow in an intricate pattern. The breath of life has left you, and yet I never beheld a more beautiful sight.

I had long since banished the feeling of sadness. Perhaps if you had loved me tears would dig troughs down my cheeks. Perhaps I would not have been the bearer of the silver blade that dug through your heart.

Forgive me, my love. For if I could not have you, no one else could.




You want me to breathe?

But how could I when you stole the breath from my open mouth? How could I when the life left me the moment you kissed me? How could I when I saw your ocean eyes whenever I closed mine? How could I?

How could I “breathe”?


There is a tragic beauty in the sadness that creeps beneath your eyelids and frees the years of hidden pain as little droplets we call tears.

There is a tragic beauty in the aches in our cheeks caused by the daily ritual of fake smiles and forced laughter, of withheld words and taunting submission.

There is a tragic beauty in the longing in our eyes as we stare at the one we love but who we will never be with simply because we fell in love at the wrong time, or better yet, they do not love us at all.

Beauty is a tragedy

La Douleur Exquise

You were rather unfair to me, don’t you think?

The way you waltzed into the depressing routine I called life and ignited the ambers in my heart that had long stopped to glow. The way you often appeared as though you genuinely cared and your affections echoed mine, only for you to act indifferent the next day and shatter my hopes completely.

You were ruthless, don’t you know? 

You pushed me into the abyss of love, of pain and of regret from which I could not escape. I prayed for someone, anyone, to lasso me out of this bottomless pit of emotions. Instead I boomeranged back to you, and you pushed me further into my demise.

Why could you not love me the way I loved you? Why could you not see that you were my media naranja, that we were fated, if not destined to be together. You were seeking love in the wrong places because I was there infront of you, waiting for the day you said you loved me too.

The heart may be a fool, but the mind is not. Thus I know you’ll never love me, and you’ll forever remain my unrequited love.