I'm sleeping early
Not drinking coffee
Not reading your poetry
To, to avoid you from appearing in my dreams
No, no,
Nothing works

1/
Under your claws, I
could not fly. My wings rot; soul
numbs; heartbeats empty.

2/
You say I'm alive
though it's just my body. You
killed me; deny it.

3/
I seek freedom and
I do fight for mine. But don't
you say I love it.

4/
Do you know that when
you killed one longing, you were
teeming three others?

I am a decayed
flower; losing a beauty
to become a seed.

I started writing poetries
But all I could read from it was
The sound of bones cracking
Another cry I always told myself not to be let out
The sound of eyeballs falling to a spring

I kept repeating your recorded voice
Breathing to it over, over, all over again
Couldn't smell your soul
Couldn't feel the warmth of your breath

I accidentaly broke my chest, ripped my heart,
Accidentally casted the darkness away
Couldn't find you
Couldn't see you

How was your voice again?
It was a dusty bluish green
A moss-covered 2 p.m. bright sky

Do you ever see our star?
It's called "sun"
The one that casts you away from your mind
But not mine

I am scattering
like light, like dandelions
minus glimpse of hope.

I fall because I
am afraid of height, I fell
but am still afraid.

A fragile glass swan I bought when I was seven.