Maybe it's a little sad.

The night of the 14th.

Just like the moon of the 14th.

Followed by utter darkness,

a night that sheds brightest of the light.

He was the night of the 14th. 

-Fa

Vividness.

I was unable to understand 

anything besides him. You know?

He was vividness in an intense blur. 

Like I was chained, and only he

 seemed to have the keys.

This was the extent of my

madness for him. 

- Fa

Missing.

The worst part is

 when you miss someone

 so much 

that it makes you realize 

you loved them. 

She loved him. She was sure now. 

And there was nothing that she could 

do about it. 

-Fa

Blood. Paper. Pen. (3)

Dearly beloved,

Do you know what that means? 
"I will always love you."

Its not sugary. Its not a word of unbreakable vows.
 Its not healthy. Its racked. And dark, and honestly, I think its slowly poisoning me.

 Like an addiction, a haunting ghost, and an incurable illness, I am the victim of 
the malady here. I am unable to see clearly, because you are literally everywhere.  I want stop cutting myself. I want to move on. Just, for once pass on from the blight and barrage that has 

dragged me up till this point of convalescence. I want to forgive.

I want to not love you for just a day of my life, but I do. I love you.

Every second of it. Trust me,

 I don't want to. But I will always do. 

I will always love you.

Eternally and witheringly yours,

-Fa


Blood. Paper. Pen. (1)
http://fajanjua.blogspot.com/2014/09/blood-paper-pen.html

Blood. Paper. Pen. (2)
http://fajanjua.blogspot.com/2015/01/blood-paper-pen-2.html

Blood. Paper. Pen. (4)
http://fajanjua.blogspot.com/2015/08/blood-paper-pen-4.html

Glitter.

She was shimmer,a flask of glitter.

She was blade, a lovely scandal.

                  

                              -Fa

Lightening and the thunder.

Okay. You wanted this. So, listen. When I was a little girl, I was always afraid of the lightening and the thunder. It was him, my brother, who would hold my hand then. He'd tell me that if the ceiling fell on us, he'd lay on my top.This way it will hurt less, he'd say. And we would laugh together. He was great with kids, ever since he was one. He'd stand by me, hold my hand and put his arm on my shoulder and hug me like that. And smile. The smile that still appears before my eyes when I hear the clouds thunder, or the lightening. He practically raised me, you know? Because I remember only him being there when I needed to see a little light. Not once, was he not there. It was beautiful. And then, he died. Not long after we reached our 20s. So, I don't smile anymore. I am not afraid of the lightening. I don't wait for someone to hold me when I am seconds away to just, break down. I know, I won't. I haven't felt loved ever since. I don't expect so either. I don't play with the kids anymore. I don't laugh. Or smile. Or live. See how that works? That's life.

(The other side of Arizona Robbins)

-Fa

The dreams of you.

What I feel for you is an eternal secret. 

Because you will never know what it feels like

 to be tormented by the dreams of you. 

-Fa

You.

You,

You are the delusion of sanity, the naked exquisiteness. 

The randomness of joy, the deadly desire. 

You are a suicide, an endless sanctity. 

You are eternity. 

I.

                      -Fa

Losing me.

You know these are your choices. 

Your life and your priorities. 

You say that you're looking at the bigger picture

and everything. But really. 

You are losing me in that. 

I am not a diplomat. 

Not a political person.

When I care, I care one hundred percent, 

when I don't, I just don't. 

It may not be huge.

Not even be worth it for you. 

But know that you'll be losing it.

You'll be losing me. 

-Fa