I've always left my door unlocked,
Every minute, every second,
Never counting the fruit you placed in my basket,
Yet always giving more.

Even when tides roared high,
I plunged deep to fetch treasures for you.
Day and night,
I traced familiar names before closing my book,
Never once asking for rubies or dimes.

I welcomed rusted rings without hesitation,
Made space beside me,
Poured extra glasses,
Held my arms open, never withholding warmth.

But I never noticed—
I kept scaling heights to gather the brightest blooms,
Only to watch them stolen from my hands.
No one ever turned back.

Today, my eyes are open.
And I see—
My heart, still fighting against the tide,
Was never cherished, only spent.

Do it,
Do it again.
Give me all your time,
Let your smile linger—light yet deceiving.

Say the words that lift me high,
Tilt your head, let your eyes soften,
Make me fall deeper, deeper still.

Then…
Tell me I’m the only one,
And when you leave with the changing seasons,
Step back in, whispering, "I was caught."

And when you know you’ve broken me,
Say, "I’m sorry."
And when you do it with intent,
Say, "I didn’t mean it."
And when you see my world collapsing,
Say, "I have to go."

Lie after lie, I still stay.
So why not unveil the key to my cage?
Why not set me free?
Please.
You don’t have to force it—you're free to leave.

I chased you everywhere,
Stood by your side through your blues.
Neglected every ache that tapped on my heart—
Just so I could be there for you.

Your margins, left without warning...
I filled those lines.
I lost my token with you
When I stooped so low in your crimes.

In the darkness, I saw a beam—
It flickered with a little light,
Urging me to leave.

I showed you reasons,
Crystal clear.
I might soon leave—
But you erased them quickly,
Once you noticed they were clues
Running in between.

I always wanted to be seen—
With your own eyes that always flee.
But you looked away from me,
As if I held nothing still beating within.

So I walked away,
Letting down my veil, long torn by pain.
I’m not prepared to risk
My delicate bridges again.

Away from you,
Away from all the oleanders
You gave me every day—
An illusion you called remedy,
Yet it only deepened my pain.

And  today,
You stand before me
With confusion and pain.
"Why? "
You can’t bear the silence
You once gave?

Why is love not free?
Even it has boundaries and locks before we can reach it.
Some of us are stopped by invisible walls,
As if we need to earn the right to feel it.

Then where are we supposed to run,
Just to encounter what we’ve been longing for?
Why are some of us scared to fall in love?
Why do we force ourselves to look away—
Before we fall harder?

Do some of us still whisper,
“Don’t do this again,”
To ourselves?

We watch our hands get tied—
And we don’t make a move,
Because hope doesn’t flicker,
Even if we do.

This world is too cold,
Too unkind to keep love.
Instead of letting it be bold,
We display it like it’s sold.

Today, some of us have locked our doors,
Just so we don’t open our hearts again.
It may seem strong...
But it’s tragic—because we’re afraid to try again.

This world could’ve been filled with warmth,
If we didn’t have to say “please.”
But this reality we can’t erase—
What did we all do to deserve this

If only…
The sea had no storms,
The earth never met cyclones,
And clouds spared the exquisite skies—
But that wouldn’t sound right, would it?
It can’t be that easy, can it?
Who gets a free pass on the swing
Without the perfect token?

I smirk to myself,
Eyes wide open,
Reading the universe’s paintings and essays.

No matter how many times
You’ve walked through darkness,
Or stood in hell’s fire—
It doesn’t spare you.
Even if your skin holds a thousand scars,
Pain finds room
In the space between them.

Because here’s the truth:
It doesn’t really matter—
Even when all you asked for
Was simple access to the path.


“It” is just warming up
For what’s coming next.

A ride so long,
I stayed still — patiently.
Despite the bumps, the noise,
deep breaths were my only companion.

I looked out the window
from the very first time I hopped in,
and I’ve seen all four seasons since.

At first,
my eyes would sting from the raw sunlight,
my skin would burn as it wept under heat.
Later, when night came,
there was barely an echo —
only paths drowned in darkness
and chills that wrapped the air.

They left me with goosebumps,
my gaze sinking toward my lap,
as my heart quietly shrank.

But there were good times, too —
when skies stretched wide in scattered colors,
when leaves fell gently from trees
and I’d reach up to catch them, one by one.
When the steel in the air
felt like a hug too big to let go.

That — was comfort.

And right now, I’ll wait again to feel that.
It’s okay if it takes longer,
because today,
I can finally sleep under the sun.

Will it really come?
I don’t want to doubt it —
It may take longer…
but seasons never skip, right?