I was always your luna
The mysterious luna
You were my sol
The time stopped
You light me up
You show the universe
How alluring I was
Crescent, half, full
I'll meet you
If I wait for years
My bright sol
I've been watching from afar
Collide with me
For a short period of time
And that was
A never ending
And strong love.

Hoping to escape
Eagerly crawling through walls
Lure me by your spells
Poison spreads in my flesh

The sunlight
Sore my eye
And in darkness
I shall cry

I would rather be the winter while you were the summer,
We're both seasons that's completely
Opposite to each other
I would rather be the moon,
While you were the sun
Lighting me up, but your too far
And I'll wait a hundred years
For a total lunar eclipse
I would rather be living in a parallel universe
Than to live in the same world with you
where I can't be your world,
I would rather be sadness while you were the happiness
Where everyone hates me and everyone seeks for you
I would rather be stuck in the past
So we can't meet and you'll be happy
I would rather be a reader who's falling inlove with a fictional character than to fall in love
With a man that exist
Yes, I can touch him, I can feel him, I can love him, but in the end I know whatever I do I can't have him.

I hope it burns
I hope it stings
I hope it aches
Every time
You get a glimpse of me
I hope you drown
I hope your heart will die
The pain you caused
Now I am paying a high price
I hope you rotten
I hope you will be
Forgotten

My heart sinks
Every time you are near
I want to disappear
I am trembling with fear

How can someone who made me calm
Cause chaos on my skin
I can feel the coldness of my heart
Swallowing my entire existence

I do not wish you to be near
But in the darkness I shall fear
You wiped the dreadful tear
In my silence you can hear

You are my reason to live
Yet we are slowly killing me
The memories want to leave
But the attachment lingers

In my 20s, I felt lost
everyone I loved, I lose
Maybe it was a beginning,
maybe it was my end.

I did not made my existence
yet, I am responsible for it.
I have been used, worn out
got *****, with unremovable stains
I was left laying on the floor
after being used
I pick myself up, do the laundry.
Wasted a lot of soap,
the stain will be gone, I hope.
Once washed, I will hang it
Oh how I love it.
Once it is dried, it is time to fold.
Life can be like folding laundry.
Could be satisfying
could feel like a chore
could make you tire and bore.
Once you are done doing the laundry,
get ready to get *****.

Who knows,
who will know,
how would they know
if I am laying on the floor
hearing and leaning
what is beneath this surface
shall I dig a hole
and bury myself
Would the other side be more gentle
or it will be twice as harsh
as this world
with the floor I am laying
Shall I keep laying and lying?

Hear me shatter,
watch me explode
In a blink of an eye
In the middle of the storm
I yearned for you

Resourceful, they say
cocoa and shea butter
hooray

I cut through my skin
after putting the cocoa and shea butter
on my skin

Soufflé,
With my heart you play
Warm, jiggling
like your hugs, it is tingling

Indistinct chatters,
silenced by melody
Melody of my thoughts
Hung on a little thread
Died a little bit inside

As the coffee drips,
my heart falls and strips
As the coffee drips,
why can't so my tears?

Alone, Friday at the Café
Pushed and leaned on the corner
with two rings attached to my fingers
the memories lingers

Where I am? At the Café
Who am I? That's Touché
Can I find somebody
Somebody at this Café
Everyone has someone
but me, I am the only one

Well, it is Friday
At the Café
As sweet as my matcha
As bitter as my life