Late nights are for those who can't be true to themselves in broad daylight.

If I ever lose my battle,
Just know that I fought.

I tried real hard to be alive,
And my lost is no one's fault.

Say to them the lies I used to tell,
That I'm okay and everything's well.

Hurting myself so I can spare the mf who upsets me.

I pinned your apology against my wall;
Looked at it for most of the days.

I went through hell, but I never stopped there.
Why tf would I stay in Hell?

I have healed my wounds on my own,
Without any closure,
And no apologies from you.

But if you think apologizing to me wil help you move forward, sure.

I'm way past you.

Feel free to wear it by the beach.

The feminine urge to brush your hair,
Make chamomile tea,
Hug you gently,
And tell you all will be well.

Awake me through unwritten
music of mine,
If possible, sing me a song
that would be perfect
and divine,
Perhaps, that is the way
the heart could refine,
But, no one knows the
state of solitude,
which would enshrine.

Wrap your spring
in the winter.
Only to unleash it
on the rose later.