Chiku Diaries

 The devil laughed when I lit a burning candle to bargain with the night. Now the trees whistle through the hollow arch where my soul took flight. Walk over my bones they creak, they moan, like prayers carved in stone. Perhaps you'll hear the ghost I became, still whispering your name, for I loved too much, and was loved too late.

 When the worms inherit my grave, All they taste is the bitterness I became. They'll find my bones worn thin with sorrow, And the grief I taught myself to swallow. When they reach the chambers of my heart, They'll find the echoes torn apart. A memory so fleeting it forgot its name, Yet lingered in my marrow all the same.

 To the guy whom I met at the hospital, I know it's a weird place to meet. I saw you crying and wanted to hug you, but our families were there, hahaha. Though the point wasn't really the hug it was to comfort you before I start crying too. I'm sorry if I yapped a little too much, maybe overshared a lot. And thank you for listening to my yap, even if you didn't understand a word. To the guy I met at the hospital  I know it's a weird place to meet  People dream of meet-cutes sweet and neat, with flowers, music, and hearts that beat. Ours had hospital walls and beeping machines, not quite the stuff of movie scenes. But funny enough, through all that blue, the one thing perfect there was you.