i wish you would say hello first, so i could wish you back two words of good luck.

my heart thumps when i think of your impending competition.
wondering if you will win this time.
thinking, hoping, every single moment.
unwillingly, my mind creeps beyond the forbidden line.

i feel my face betraying too much emotion;
i'm trying hard not to stare.
when i talk to you, i seem nonchalent,
i look away, i'm pretending not to care.

i crumble a little when i see you disheartened,
shoulders slumped, black and blue.
i find my thoughts wandering off and each time,
realise with a jolt that it's always back to you.


prisoner of hope.

what used to lift me up so high is now just a stark reminder of how i'm stuck in my own stupidity.


whatever you want me to be.

a speck of dust on your shoulder. paper for a teardrop. song for a smile.
i don't want to be any more, or any less.