Freedom is a one way door,
It’s hard not to enter when I see the glow of light waiting for me.

The boy who can only like,
And the girl who can only love.

The boy with brown eyes, not the brown eyes that hid with darkness, but the ones that lit up and glimmered in the sun—
He made it obvious to everyone who had a sliver of knowledge about him that he was head over heels for that girl.

The girl with dark eyes that could shelter years of hidden thoughts, she never talked about the boy, but if anyone or anything could notice, they would know she saw him and him
And the girl who can only love.

The boy with brown eyes, not the brown eyes that hid with darkness, but the ones that lit up and glimmered in the sun—
He made it obvious to everyone who had a sliver of knowledge about him that he was head over heels for that girl.

The girl with dark eyes that could shelter years of hidden thoughts, she never talked about the boy, but if anyone or anything could notice, they would know she saw him and him only.

The monster that hid in my closet, and occasionally slept under my bed, shouldn’t have been what I feared—

It should’ve been the person to stares at me with disgust from the mirror,
The face of a person who began to morph into a monster.

Holding the light of a candle—
Even when the wax has melted down my hands,

When should I let go?

I hate the way stripes look on me,

Yet I wear them everyday—

Parents love their children—

But whether or not they like them is another story.

Cats tend to hide their pain till its too late—


I suppose that’s something we have in common.