UN-HAPPINESS

“I’m not happy anymore!”
Those were the words that I feared the most
to come out of your mouth

Love A Girl Who Writes

Have you  ever wonder how it feels to be in love with a girl who writes?

The Perfect Night

Tonight’s gonna be perfect.

The man that I had secretly been admiring for months a.k.a. Mr. Brown Eyes was at the same party as me.

The Perfume

Tomorrow is the 80th birthday of Lolo Melchor, Gemma’s grandfather. The whole family planned  to have a big party for him. They ordered 6 gallons of ice cream, a two-layered cake, and other desserts which will be delivered the next day. The venue was set and decorated with colorful balloons and a banner that wrote: Happy Birthday Lolo Melchor. 

What true love looks like

What does true love look like?
It’s between a man of 90 and a woman of 80
The woman on the bed
Weak and unresponsive
She doesn’t look good, everyone knows
With an oxygen tube attached around her nose
To help her breathe at least at the moment

The End

Love… intentionally ignored.
Heart shattered to pieces.
Wrists too fragile for this suffering.
Blood dripping on the floor like red ribbons.
Useless. Worthless.
Pain… intentionally returned.
Breaking every piece of me and I can not go back.
I will stop crying myself to sleep.
My pillows had been drowned by my tears for a long time now.
It’s time to end this.
I will close my heart.
I will leave it like this until…
Until, it stops beating.

The Proposal

He kneels on the ground.
Holds something that is round.
“Will you marry me?” He pops the question,
And my mouth drops to such confession.

Under the Moonlight

The cloak of darkness covered the skies
but still your face stays lucent to my eyes
Let’s sit together on the bench
and look at the moon as it slowly ascends

Him

Sunday morning
I wake up with kisses from behind.
The warmth of his breath on my cheek
gives me the feeling of certainty
from the obscure day ahead.
He is love.
He is the ghost that haunts me in a place
between sleep and wake.
The light between my sunrise and sunset.
He reminds me of the scent of mist in the morning
and the radiance of the moon at night.
And his voice…
Yes.
His voice is like a gentle breeze
that can take me to a place
where the clouds meet the earth.
He is him.
©Pancake Bunnykins

Night Whisper

I woke up in a world far different from what I was used to.
Fell asleep in a bed where my nightmares turned to beautiful dreams.

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It’s 2 in the morning. I awoke to the sound of your voice outside my window.

“Wake up, Princess… Stop living in someone else’s dream. Come home to me… to our world… I need you here.”

I run outside, barefoot.

“Where are you?” I whisper.

No answer.
I fall down to my knees.
Hands on the ground.

“Please… don’t leave me… I need you too…”

©Pancake Bunnykins