Born to be a heartbreaker... 

Born to be nonchalant... 
Born to be coolheaded...
Born to be hard-hearted... 
Born to be fastidious... 
All is not my fault. 


Don't blame me if i've broken your heart. 
Don't blame me if i'm indiffenrent while seeing you. 
Don't blame me if sometimes i'm too practical. 
Don't blame me if you cannot make me open my heart. 
Don't blame me if one day I tell you :I don't want you anymore. 
Don't blame me for all that. That's the way it is. 


Shed your tears when you're hurt. 
Share your friends your happiness and sorrows. 
To make life less painful and complicated. 
And to get over me also. 
Peace will come to your soul, sooner or later. 
And mine, too. 


Used to wonder... 
What will be left of me? 
In your heart. 
What will become of me? 
In your mind. 
Tattoo and scar: what's the difference? 

Scar: You don't wish for it. 
Getting from an accident. 
Ugly... 
and painful. 

Tatoo: You choose to have it. 
Having needles pinned to your heart. 
Painful... 
but beautiful. 

If you're not gonna delete me totally. 

I wish to be a tattoo in your heart. 

Beautiful... 

To give your pain... 

Hard to erase... 

So that I'll never be forgotten. 

Your selfish friend 
Shall you be happy.

[az]
inspired by amor amor perfume ad

The Kind of Guy

The kind of guy who will watch me work

getting charcoal all over my hands which eventually

make it to my cheeks and he’ll laugh at me but

wet his thumb with his tongue

and gently take them off my

elbows and my

face

The kind of guy who wouldn’t mind taking his shirt and pants

off for me in the privacy of my studio

to sketch, but of course

I probably wouldn’t subject him to that

kind of thing in the first

place

The kind of guy who’d hold my hand and not my ass when

we walked around town and other places

and talked then he’d tickle me and I’d give

chase

The kind of guy who cries whenever he feels

sad or broken up inside or happy

he’d let me dry his tears because I wanted to

and let me comfort him any time he needed

grace

The kind of guy who doesn’t mind that I’m not like

magazine people cause I’m healthy that’s all that matters

and he says watching the waistline is a waste of time

I’ll be a lady eventually and after all its puberty and just a passing

phase

The kind of guy who’ll lie in the curve of my midnight sleep

and hold me close and when the morning light comes he’ll

still kiss me despite our morning breaths but also

if need be he’ll leave me alone and give me my own

space

The kind of guy who loves every single part of me

for being every single part of me on their own with nothing special

because ‘I’m everything special already’ he

says.

Am I?

Late night conversations trigger thoughts that were buried in heart and mind. 

Am I still in your heart?
You came. And became special in my heart.
You left. And said nothing.


Now I’m telling you I miss you.
That I want to see you again.
And you skip.


Time can ease the hurt.
And time can fade everything.
And you’re now faded in my heart.


Then one day, it crossed my mind,
That I’m missing you.
And I suddenly want to run to you.
And I suddenly want to talk to you.


Then I stopped.
I wondered if I’m still in your heart.
Then I wondered if I’ve ever been in your heart.


If you just come back. And give me the answer.
I’ll just go straight to you.
And give you my care.
I’ll just stay by your side.
And give you my free hugs.


[So answer me,
Am I still in your heart?]