The art that resonates with you right now
is an echo of my love.
-Ikigai Poet

Every night
I stare at those bed sheets
Where you once lay,
I don't know what went wrong.
Why are we going through this?

Why you did to me is unforgettable  
But what I did is unforgivable,
I fell for you.  
Those nights,
When we used to stay up the whole night
Just to enjoy each other's company
Now have become memories,
Hardened at the back of my throat  
And drops from my eyelid.

I guess I'll blame myself,
For I wished a love so deep,
That I didn't even think of consequences.  
-Ikigai Poet

There she laid looking at me
In a way no one has ever looked at me before.
My hands were shaking as I explained  
My knotted past.
I will not be easy to hold on to
For my heart is scattered with thorns.
Some nights I'll be quiet and she wouldn't know
How to pull me out of my delusion,
Some nights I'll forget what she sees in me
And lose my balance,
Some nights I'll overthink and
Create a hell for myself,
Some nights I'll trip over the mess I created and apologize for it.
On those nights,
The one thing that will drag me out  
Of my own labyrinth is
That look.  
No one has ever looked at me quite like that.  
-Ikigai Poet

The chaos in your heart
is another form of art.
-Ikigai Poet

Beauty is much more than
what you've been conditioned to think.
-Ikigai Poet