It's too much.
Maybe I feel too much.
Maybe I am too much.
Do I hear, or see too much?
Are you too much?
I'm not ready.
Maybe.
For you. For me. For us.
But mostly me.
I'm too much.
So I think by not thinking.
And I think it's too much.
But I think that we're just fine.
I think that it's enough.
Maybe.
We're a flawed perfect.
Maybe I love you.
I feel too much.
I am too much.
I hear, and see too much.
But you're not too much.
So I'm ready. For you. For me. For us.
But mostly us.

Is that your voice I hear?
...Or is it me deceiving myself again
The corners show me how to care
For those who rejoice at the thought of my end
But I don’t care.
And it is I, who will rejoice
I’ll abandon you, to love the exact fear that you send
But it’s my choice to iterate your voice
And run towards a dead end

Loving you was the easy part. Admitting it was hard.
Hot chocolate. Strawberry Cream. Bubble Tea
I was drowning in your ocean. You were the blind lifeguard
You knew your oblivion, and so did I. Roses on the thorn tree.

I just think that I don't know how to think
I feel like feeling is all but an unexplained thought
I feel like I have an undying thirst, but all I do is drink
Drink, and drink… almost as if expecting a drought

I turned loving you into my life
I felt that it was gone when you were
I thought that love was only when I thought of you as my wife
You sheltered my storm, you brought clarity to my blur

I got so addicted so quick
My daily medication
Till I met you, I didn't know someone can make you feel homesick
Mine. Justification without the explanation

I loved you in real life, and even in my best fantasy
It made me hate love, for destroying the idea of you as my forever
I wanted to experience with you. Greece, Hawaii, to the Annecy.
Hi. Bye. Love. Hate. Now. Never

Yes, I wanted to discover the world with you.
All I thought about was you. Nothing new. Nothing old
I felt that I lost myself when I thought I lost you
My feelings were so out of the blue.
Cloud. Sunflower. Pink Marigold

She said, I'm sorry that I loved you
I said I’m sorry that I didn't

Tell me that you love me, scare me to think you want the fire
I only love those I can turn into a beautiful crier
So if pain, hurt, and destruction is your desire
I’ll play my game.
You feed my flame.


I hope I don't purposely fry her