‪You’re the gem that I keep for the longest time, but maybe I hold it too strong, my palm bleeds.‬

When what we have become what we had, the happiest memories are the saddest memories now.

You put on your armour and shield
Whenever you’re facing them
It’s heavy, it’s baggaging
And your nerve is tense
And you listen and see everything
Alert for the smallest details

How does it feel to be naked?
To finally drop everything and feel free
Have you ever found somebody
Who you’re letting them to see the scars
Without slightest of doubt
Paranoid of being misunderstood and judged

Even if they do, would you able to explain?
Introduction, ****** and the conclusion
So smoothly, as if you’re telling a bedtime story
Probably stutter and finding for the correct words
But when you talk, do they listen?
Or you put back your armour and walk away with shield in hand?

If I wrote you poems, would you rewrite it in your memories?
If I gave you songs, would you hum to it while you are listening?
If I showed every part of me, the shattered, broken pieces, would you still see me as one?

If words could make your heart skip a beat, then I would write 10,000 poems and 10,000 more.

Because describing love is more than 10,000 ways.

All the roses and its thorns are intertwined, but it tells the story of one.
You.

Love,
You push people away,
Because sometimes you want them to try harder
Because you're confused and unsure
Because no one ever taught how to or what to
Because they understand, but none lead you.

Love,
You understand how it feels, you just don't know how to react to
You have this strong will, you just not sure which path to go to.

You're alone and cold, people try to come and hold
But most of them withdraw themselves because they failed to warm you up
Now you're not disappointed with them but yourself
You told them to leave, but that dim light heart of yours shows that you're actually hoping that they'll stay.