"I like your eyes",
I know in fact he did not,
because deep in my brown iris,
all he could see is himself,
and he likes it,
so much.

“why dont you ever give us your opinion?”
opinions? MY opinions?
why would I even bother?
when my voice wont even resonate through your ears,
and my words wont even be enough to reach your brain,
including your eyes,
your eyes were looking through mine,
though in fact you’re not digesting my words, but yours.

by the time you feel regret,
your cries has no meaning,
and your victories will gain nothing.

everything starts to have meaning,
when it’s already gone.

in another life,
i hope to reincarnate,
as my mother’s mother,
so every day i can tell her,
how pretty she is,
how hardworking she is,
pat her back,
wipe her tears when she is sad,
tell her “it’s alright”,
listen to her stories,
and sing her bedtime lullabies,
because i know it is her first time becoming a mother.

only today,
i have come to realise,
that only love;
can heal and break people.