Words from Alyssa

Turning back the time as if you were still present  Back to the very first day, my eyes intertwined with yours  Back to the start of our conversation when you first said hello  How captivated and ignorant I was of the charm that you would later show  Maybe if I had appreciated your presence a little more,  Then we would have had more time to explore The root of this frustration lies in that I overlooked those beautiful eyes  If I could just turn back the time and give you a push Your confidence would learn to fight for me in that moment  And how it would soar Truly it was a sight to behold The stuttering of your words and the nervousness presented in your body  I find it amusing how one could put such confidence forth but still hesitate like being trapped by an unexplainable force. Written by Alyssa Chin Photo Credit: Ron Hicks

Recently, the thought "Why does one lose themselves when they love so hard?" always kept popping up. Maybe because they care too much? I would try to answer knowing that wasn't even close. Today, I was given some devasting truth and the reason I can't even rebut is because it's true. Why does one lose themselves loving others so deeply? Rather than losing myself, I always viewed it as that's just what love is. That was the toxic and self-indulging perspective I always used to counter the true meaning. What I want isn't necessarily what others want, and I don't accept that too well. Distance is inevitable and in my case, the best alternative than to lie. We all need our own space, I completely agree but I thought that there would be more sympathy in knowing that I can't have what others generally do. Was this a form of manipulation or was it the concept of temptation? The psychologist can't even figure out her own mind. Many times I wondered if ...

I used to believe in promises until I had my fair share of broken ones Then I believed in the idea that pinky promises They were meant to be more sacred than promises  But it turns out that pinky promises are just promises They both can be broken. Written by Alyssa Chin Photo Credits: SavageDesigns

Show me, that love you say you have for me Adore me like one of those posters on your wall Tell me the words that I like to hear Make me want to fear your presence and seek it all at once Give me that look of passion burning in your eyes The one you had at the start at least  Don't cross me because you won't see my cries Look at me like you craved me your entire life Get on your knees and look up at the woman I'm becoming Beg forgiveness because you were in the wrong  And praise me like I'm the only one you'll ever touch  I told myself I would no longer write about you  But that's all I do, that's all I manage to control  I can keep myself in check with the words that I let out of my head You've gone forward without looking back And placed a block on me in both a realistic and unrealistic sense You have completely shut me out of your world But no matter how I try  You always end up coming back to mine You ran away with everything you presented to the tab...

When the time for closure reopens its doors, I can see you standing right by the frame as you slowly make your way over to me and uttering words of despair and agony. You say you didn't wish for any of this to happen but how selfish of you to want to end it. That should have been my call the way you barged into my life. All my anger and sadness are now being written in the form of art and without any idea of these words reaching you. You do not know how many times I had heard you saying to trust you and when I did you have shown me the very reason I hesitated in the first place. I had given you my heart and you have broken it into pieces. Shards of glass that can't be replaced. The commitment we made to one another was supposed to show loyalty and love but instead, it turned out to be temptation and confusion. I made it too easy for you and you have completely trampled on what we were building as a means to save yourself. Maybe if I wasn't that easy and I could have communi...

Love running around Wondering where it went wrong  It still feels  alive. Written by Alyssa Chin  

You are a beautiful story that I wish to explore You shine brighter than any diamond that I have ever laid my eyes on  I never want to lose you to the negativity of this world I will work for you, and I will do my best to stand by your side  To you, I give this commitment that even through the hardest times I will only look to you  I will look to you, and I will always keep you close even when miles apart  I promise that this relationship we have begun will blossom We will be together throughout all seasons I have an endless supply of love that I will provide you  Because you are someone I wish to completely fill with it  You have only crossed the starting line and there is an abundance that will be given  You went from being the boy that said I was pretty to being one of my main priorities  And I promise you until whenever we can't be by each other's side anymore  I promise you that until then I will fight for you I will win your heart over ...

I adore the moon  It is very beautiful He is like the moon. Written by Alyssa Chin Photo Credits:  https://www.flickr.com/photos/cosmicweb/

She's dying, She's dying, and no one's seeing. Her mere esse is fading away and no one is there to hold onto her. Everyone is leaving and everyone's already gone. She's slowly losing who she is. Her fragile and shattered heart, how much worse could it get. Receiving all the hate and the so-called love. Everyone abandoned the tattered doll. She was pretty but not for long. She can't scream nor can she cry because she has to uphold the values of being perfect. She's bruised but on the inside, her escape has become her demise. She can't see what she needs to, it's clouded by the hurt and pain caused by the people who loved her. Her hair is neatly done and dressed to perfection yet no one sees the scar running across her esse. It's piercing deeper and she can't stop it because you need to bear it to be perfect. Knowing that it'll end soon, she's holding on but struggling to. She's in a dark place, isolated and in fear because she does...

I want you to read me like poetry, the same as  how you write scripts  I want you to see me like how you look at your inspiration I want you to crave me like how you desire music I want you to think of me like how thoughts pop into your head I want you to feel me like how pain envelopes a broken heart  I want you to touch me like how the clothes wrap around your body The way you caress and carefully touch me like something sacred Your undying affection and praise of adoration  Makes me recall how gentle kisses are supposed to be made How intimate they are to be felt  Your promises like strings holding on  With the most robust sense of determination, you show no fear Deeply rooted and hidden by the concrete feeling and thickening yearning You, my love, make it bearable and unbearable to be here The times of change and winds of encouragement He is making me love me for me Every time he compliments my eyes or my smile or my hair Just telling me that I'm beauti...