Oh how people judge me so fast
when they knew
that I went to hell and back.
    Scent of burning rubber,
a shirt that's full of ash                       and the flames that light up my cigarette
   spoke the tales of me
going to hell and came back.

People fear what they can not fathom
and belittled a journey that I used to seek,
since they only lived a life
of *** and ***
a life so empty,
a life that's only to satisfy their lust and greed.

As I almost taste the hope that I've been craving,
I smiled with broken teeth and
a broken spine from carrying
all of  the burden on my bag.
" God, bless my new beginnings,
I thank you for guiding me through the gates of hell
and
never wanting me
to go back."

Taking back the time
no time machine needed
all that we need to have
is us
in a place where memories stayed
and love
faded

So take me back
use the time machine if needed
bring yourself is all that I need
to a place that our memory fades
and love we've been dying
to heal

For I have finally risen from the void
that was created on my bed
your features only be recognized
from the corners of my eyes
as I stare at you
to me you are now unrecognized.

From a broken mirror I may remember
but to a clear one I'll hesitate
to know someone like you
someone I seem to hate

It was you all along
A memory I begged to forget
a piece of something spiteful enough
to not even give a gaze

You
For countless of painful measures
I have stood tall
to forget who you are
to consider as a stranger
Despite the moments I have recalled

The bright ray of the sun
enters through our window
landed directly at your face
unveiling a beauty that captured my eyes
as you slowly wake up from your slumber
I get to catch a glimpse
of what I'll wake up to for the next days of my life
and what my arms will embrace
when darkness falls upon us.

You, my love
a chunk of the endless afterlives I'll take
where my soul wanders the plain
and search even for a hint
of your existence.
My body, like a built in memory foam
that remembers every corners
you placed your flesh onto
and hoping for you to arrive
ready for a home that only craves for you.

Grant me a wish,
Oh God divine and true
for the lover I swear to love,
To have and to hold,
I wish for a road
that in every after life we'll face,
no matter how long it'll take,
how rough it'll be,
she'll find me on that road
waiting
for me to hold her once more

It may sound false but I tell you it is always true
There's no true love in life if you're not true to you
The things we feel on how to act makes us vulnerable
making our glutton for love more critical

The metaphors we see,predicts us on what our lovers should be
So I ask you again.
Is it true love or just a love you wanted it to be?

For in each shot I take, the liver begs the heart to stop
and the heart pleads the intoxicated brain as well.
The heart beats for a name that shattered it,
the eyes had seen what the mind couldn't bear
and my liver will consistently be fuller
than each bottle I have drank.

A ***** glass is short
yet can contain the strongest liquor

Just like my words
I seldom speak
yet my words will always weigh you down.

What if we met early
Two souls
Destined to be in a train station
At 9 am
me,
knowing how I fell for your eyes
Fell once more
In a less heart broken time

What if we met
In a bar alley
when your interests
matches mine
we danced the night away
not as lovers
but strangers
that are  four swipes
late from tinder
To be something more
Than just a one night stand

What if this time
is the right time
How our scars
turn to lines
That form each others names
The words "I do"
begin to spill in our mouths
just waiting
for the right time

The intro played and so did the memories
Fantasy was our  favourite place to hang out when reality separated us

For a slight moment we had
Like a 4 minute music
it was too perfect to end
too beautiful to stop

The music stops
I press repeat
not just only  to remember you
but repeating a music
a music that was both loved
by me and you

I want your nails up in my back
as the mood intensifies
you'll scream more
in every muscle moving
as my lips pressed on your neck
in a bed we called paradise
The only heaven we won't share
and a perfect place where lovers
can hide

The last time I saw you
the word "perfection" will never be enough to describe you
your light brown hair
the way you look
as if the moon shines its way back to you
words can never fit in my hand
as metaphors can never be enough to kiss you
and poetry cannot completely describe how I miss you
but I'll write this while im drunk
to let you know
drunl thoughts always leads me to you
always you