"I Hope Every Love Poem Written Is True

— Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things

You're the winter that will never warm up to me

And the autumn that will never fall for me.

-H.Asteid

How many more sonnets do you I have to write for you?

How many more steps to do I have to take to get to you?

You see, I'm running out of ink

And it's like my knees are about to give in

But I kept writing

I kept walking

Coz honey, you're inked in my mind like a tattoo

You're like the cups of coffee I consume

Cup after cup after cup

Still, I can't get enough

I can't stop!

I can swim, Believe me I can swim

But my heart seems to be so fascinated with your depths

That it doesn't mind getting drowned in it.

But you won't let me in.

You'd leave your door slightly ajar then you'd slam it on my face,

You'd pull me close then you'd pull away

You have me wrapped around your thumb

That when you ever you needed a hit, I'll be your drug.

It's insane! I mean...

I think it's the other way around

You.

You are my drug.

Your love's my addiction

But the way it's consuming me right now,

Tells me...

That you are both my sweet salvation and also, the road that would lead to my own destruction.

- H. Asteid, One-sided Sonnet

“You can, you should, and if you’re brave enough to start, you will.”

— Stephen King

"Trust me on this. After a millisecond in the middle of the highway or free falling in midair or after kicking the chair or when your lungs are already filled with water, only then will you realize that death isn't what you wanted, that you just want to be genuinely happy again. But it would be too late. It would all be too late."

-H.Asteid

" She's like a closed book hiding on the farthest part of a shelf, tightly hugging herself , Afraid that someone might ruin her pages again."

- H.Asteid, Ruined Pages

"Let's just admit it. When we break a person's heart, we break a little too."

-H.Asteid

" I lost myself trying not to lose you."

-H.Asteid

We will survive!

Oh you better watch us thrive

Yes, you did drown our dreams

But we can dive, we can swim

We'll dragged them back up on the surface

With our famous brand of determination and resilience

We'll pick up all the shattered pieces

You see , the harder the wind blows,

the tighter we hold on

The harder you try to pulverize our hopes,

the more you give us nothing but a choice to be strong

- H.Asteid