She flaunts her flaws like it was a piece of art in a gallery,
She let the people criticized her,
She let the people love her,
She let the people interpret every detail of her


But as the people come into and go out to gallery,
As people get used to her beauty and flaws
She remembered that she's not an art in a gallery
So she hide her flaws like a nun covers her body

I empty my mind,
Putting all my emotions inside a box
Wrapped it with a ribbon
To send as a gift to the gods

I am a stagnant water
Born during a heavy rain
As the tears of cloud meets the dry soil
I'm slowly being awakened
Now, the sun is about to dry me up
I'm clinging for the remaining drop
Waiting for the next rain to be reborn again

I've been waiting for years to be understood. Until you came and your hand reached out for me.
I know at that moment you'll be willing to know me as I am willing to tell you my story. You opened me gently and touch my body. I can see the excitement in your eyes as you explore me.
I love how you wet your fingers with your tongue as you touch my edges. We share a coffee in the morning, and you always always fall asleep embracing me. With your warmth embrace I know  all past rejections I experienced are all worth it because of you. You made me feel special and wanted. You are everything that I prayed for.
I thought our days together will never end. But as the days passed by, the excitement in your eyes are disappearing. Your curious look was replaced with disappointment. You are starting to question my worthiness, my value
Until one day I wake up with a label you attached to my body, "BOOKSALE Ph20". And here I go again, waiting for someone who's willing to know my whole story.

I'm in a multiple relationship
I'm in relationship with Fear
Just like how a teenager is constantly checking her phone,
I check every night for the monster under my bed
As he touched my exposed naked soul,
His power crawls and play with my sanity
As he forcefully penetrates my mind,
I can feel the coldness and darkness exploding inside me

I read our past conversation to remind myself
How your every words is like a home we built in a desert
How the every part of you is like an oasis,
The only thing that make a desert comforting.
But as the days pass by,
I start to wonder.
What am I doing in a desert in the first place?