Wore a dress today.
They told me I looked beautiful
In those colors and flowers,
Matching my messy hair.

Why...?
Should I change who I am?
Am I not beautiful when I wear,
Whatever I wear,
What my heart tells me,
My own way?

Strumming my fingers
Through your arms
As if I'm gently
Playing my guitar.
Music in the background
As if each vein,
trying to scream aloud,
whispers a sad
Yet beautiful story
Your scars try so hard to hide.

You may weigh a ton,
But it's so much better
having you in my arms
Than carrying a ton
on my shoulders
For not having you.

The goldish ring color is fading,
The polaroids are old and dusty,
My heart is cold even though it's pacing.
Tell me darling, in my sleep,
*Is our love gone with the ring?

I wish I knew...
Was it your choice
Or did faith draw the line?
Were the stars not aligned
when you left,
leaving me aside?
Do you have conscience
of your selfish acts?
I'd rather think so
Yet we were just kids
Living on the edge of innocence.

You were my GPS.

Funny when you tell me
The thing you need is an anchor.
Because the last few days
Have taught me so much.
All I wanted when we first met
was to know that we would leave together.
But from the start I could feel it,
I felt like I was going to be suffocated.
The last several weeks,
I have laughed more, I have done more…
And I finally feel free.
And by being free I can see now:
Constantly trying to fix us
Is the thing that has been killing me slowly.
And I don’t want to do it anymore,
I don’t want to fix it or fix us anymore.
Maybe instead of loving you so hard
I should be myself for a while.
I should love me.
And you should love you.
I want so much for you.
For both of us.
So much more than this.
More than being stuck
With someone who feels stuck.
I want you to feel free too.
But no matter how hard we try,
We have to realize some things
Just can’t be fixed.

Honey, moon
Took with a spoon
Out of the sky's jar.
Like a bear chasing its food,
I search the night rise
When the light embraces the sun
But the world is still dark,
Dark black, dark white.
It makes no sense,
But neither does life.

As if I want it...
I can **** the living
But can I **** life?
May I cut its wings
Even if I've never learnt to fly?
Can I drop the spoon
And keep the moon
Inside the jar?

Which thing is it
That lives everyday
And day by day dies,
Cries all night
and smiles by the sunlight?