To all the friends I lost along the way
It was you who shaped me into who I am today

You made me happy and when you left I was sad
But now I look back on you, I don't think our parting was so bad

You left a legacy within me
And now I can become who I'm meant to be

I couldn't have done so without you
And I hope you think the same too

Our paths may never cross again
But since I met you my life has never been the same

And now I wonder where you are
And I hope that from where we met you have traveled far

I know that you are changing people's lives
And so I search into my heart archives

And there I find the love I used to feel for you
And then I see a light, a tiny spark of blue

The love is still alive because of all you've done
And so I search for another special someone

To take a place in my heart
But there is still a small locked up part

Where the spark of love I have for you
Can never die and never bloom

Until the day that we may meet again
Whether on earth or in heaven

Now I sign this letter and say
I love you! To all the friends I lost along the way.

We are critical.

We find flaws in
everything we see
because nobody
wants to write
about perfection,
even though sometimes
we wish we could just stay
staring into that
unblemished surface.

2. We are never satisfied.

We live our lives upon
mountains of
scrunched up
bits of refill and
ideas we gave up
trying to
express.

3. We never forget.

We write words about
eye contact made
three months ago
that we replay over
and over in our minds
even though it
stopped
being relevant.

4. We are fickle.**

Our emotions flash
from one
to the other
like strobe lighting that
disorientates us
until we feel as if
the world
will never be still.

5. We are exposed.

We don't know how
to keep our feelings
to ourselves so
we'll write them
down for
you to find
'accidentally'.

6. We are vulnerable.

We wear our
hearts on our sleeves
and won't lift a
muscle to fight back
if somebody tries
to break it
because we thrive
from the pain.

7. We will never stop.

We will never stop
feeling and
we will never stop
hurting,
we will never stop
breaking and
bleeding and
loving
even though the cycle
is endless
and we know what's
coming next.


We are addicted
to agony,
but we agonise
for the art.

Words that could bring fruits
And words that could bring poison
What kind of poison have I brought to you
They were sugarcoated poisons that sought to be fruits
Kept feeding you on this
However clueless can you be
You've grown fat with all this sugar
You took surprise and anger when you found out
I laughed at how long it took
Now you're dying from the poison
And the fruits lay near rotting

Rain
Though it seems gloomy at first
But the cold weather just suits the atmosphere
To make the outside a bit quiet
And make me feel so calm