One of my past wrote a poem for me, titled
"To the one he would end up with"
In it, there's a line that i really live by
"Please be the kind of home he deserve"
She was.

One of my past wrote a poem for me, titled
"Restart"
In it, there's a line that really hits me
"But life must go on, i have to let you go"
She did.

One of my past got a poem from me, titled
"Things i wish i remember"
In it, there's a line that i often forgot
"I wish i remember that love will leave"
I don't.

One of the day i wrote a poem for myself, titled
"Poem"
In it, there's a line that really makes me think
"Please be the kind of home he deserve"
It's void.

**** those who care.
**** those who care enough to care.
**** those who care enough to bear.

Abandon all hope.
Abandon all hope to hope.
Abandon all. Stop.

All my life,
I've been asking "why?"
Questioning things
Yet one answer remains
"So be it"

I don't know what to say
Because
I don't know if i'm able to
Because
I don't know what to feel
Because
I don't know if i'm able to
Because
I don't know what to know
Because
I don't know if i'm able to
Because
I don't know
Because
I really don't know.

Left to right got you.

Love is sometimes near.
As near as hugs yet still trying to get closer.

Love is sometimes special.
It's discovering new things and embrace them.

Love is sometimes warm.

But some other times,
Love is far.
Sometimes it's untouchable nor reachable.
But you won't feel the distance.

Love is basic.
Sometimes it's the same old things that happen continuously.
But you cherish it anyway.

Love is cold.
Sometimes it's much colder,
And yet you can feel her warmth.

Because,
Love is there.
Every single day.
Every single night.
Every second.
Every blink of an eye.