Bring me to a home
With the highest roof, no one would step on
With dense walls, no one could ever knock it down
With immense windows, letting starlight shines my hollow

Take me to the home
Or any home  

My home is just fine
Yet it is still dreadful when I am awake
My nightmare starts right after
When I open my eyes

The air wrings the throat
A glass of water will never enough for this thirst
Yellow, black, violet, blue, and red as clothes
Possessing the same function, covering my disgraces
Foremost, the reality always bestows
A nice greeting ahead from the others

Place me at any home
Which does not have reality in it
Neither criterion of life quality maybe
Comparing and demanding
Will be an enemy

Why?
Should not we feel safe in our own home?
If even there isn’t enough window
You still can open the door
To stare at the moonlight, glow your hollow

You were awful funny
I adored your sense of humor
Mostly your jokes could amuse me
Yet somehow, some of your jokes dipped me into confusion
I did not even chuckle

Those when
the first you said that you loved me
And the second time, you left me behind

At that time, I did not know you were joking
And either I did not know I should laugh or bleeding

You were awful
Funny

The light behind my eyes
The light inside my heart
If they are gone
If one day I lose those

The beauty behind my smile
The beauty inside my said
If they are gone
If one day I lose those

The trust behind my hope
The trust inside my dream
If they are gone
If one day I lose those

The will behind my life
The will inside my every single breath
If they are gone
If one day I lose those

Burial me next to my pet’s grave
For the sweetener, scatter roses petals on it

Stop penning love poems

I loathe all of those

because once I read

I get erratic

asking

from where are these tears
and feelings belonging

there is a fine line between life and death,
and I would like nothing more than to walk it with you.

I do not feed my anxiety
It feeds me in daily
I’ve grown up in between this world and society
endure the sore that fulfills my blood vessel and also the agony

Thus,
what type of human do I become?

I am  
Brave as waves
Firm as gravitation
Delicate as  dandelion
Bright as stars between planets
Idyllic as messy nebula
Free as wind
Beautiful as roses
Amused as a baby
Loved as a Queen

And lie as proses above