.

*It sat out in an open field
It was the strangest thing
An orb the size of who knows what
A giant ball of string

We laughed as we walked hand in hand
Our eyes were mystified
She tried to reach around the ball
Me on the other side

Neither of our hands could touch
Still inches far apart
I chuckled just a little bit
Her laughter it did start

When then I saw her look around
She wore a sneaky grin
Reached into her pocket deep
Then glanced around again

Her hand it held a pocket knife
A shining piece of steel
She then cut off a piece of string
And quickly did conceal

We ran away so very fast
Till it was far behind
Then stopped so I could figure out
What she had on her mind

Reaching out she took my hand
Pulled out the piece of string
Then tied it round my finger tight
A smile it did bring

I asked her tell me what it meant
She answered me so true
I tied it so you won’t forget
That I’m in love with you

born with a halo shattered
human afterbirth in dirt
withered wings, feathers tattered
protrusions of pain and hurt

only an angel can be born
held by the devil's hands
flesh becomes hard when it's torn
only an angel understands

"I wish I have no feelings at all."

Yeah, feelings are *******.
I agree.
But I'll also have to disagree.
I'm not actually an optimistic person
But I know a thing or two about feelings.

Feelings depend on you.*
Feelings are like a little brother of yours
Annoying I'd say.
Sometimes it would drift off by itself
That's why
Sometimes it would remind you
About things you want to forget.
But it depends on you
You're his big brother, or sister
Lead its way.
Don't let it drift off.
Play with it sometimes, a little imagination is fine.

Feelings would hurt you
Sometimes when you turn your back against it
It'll hit you with painful memories.

It wants your attention.
It wants you to feel, to cry and to laugh.
To learn from regret.
But be wise.
It's just a little kid.
Don't follow it blindly towards the void.

Feelings are like your little brother
If you look in a perspective.
So tell me
Do you still wish you'd lose your little brother now?

A white dress
Floating across the nightly forest
Her half-closed eyes
Hollowly gazing through the trees
Into the distance.

The moon was reflecting
Her beautiful yet enticing physique

Her lips were chanting
Something unclear.

As she flew
Wandering the nightly forest
The sky chose to cry
And she hummed the azure to sleep
Her voice, melancholic
And perplexing.

A ghastly mist
Took place*
As the dawn rise
And the enigmatic white dress
*Vanishes from sight.

Love is
Indeed romantic
Enticing as it is.

But when we start
To romanticize love
That's where the problems begin.

We'll start to overthink
We'll start to suffer
Not from anyone, but ourselves.
Deep inside
We expect more, and more
From everyone else.

x

But I guess, not everyone expects more than they should.
Some push away the love they deserve,
Just because
They thought they don't deserve it.

x

And sometimes
They didn't even get the love they deserve.
*Be grateful.

Your chest feels heavy, doesn't it?
You feel like you wanna drift off
Leaving everything behind.

I'll tell you what
I feel the same way too.

Because surviving's getting harder?
Maybe.
Because we don't get what or who we want?
Possibly be.

Or maybe just we need each other
To lift the weight
Together
And maybe we will be much stronger?

Judge me by my past
And I'll be sure to **** you with my future.

You know what?
I'm done.

I'm done chasing your shadows through the
Sleepless nights
Running away from my anxieties
Feeding on my demons
Just because of you.

I'm done
Suffering for nothing
Feeling empty in every place I go
Seeing your face everywhere
I feel like my life is a total ******* sometimes
Because of you.

I had enough of myself
Running after what, exactly?

Oh, I know I've said this a million times
And I promise this would be the last time
I'd ever chase something
That's never true.

Love exists,
But it's ******* to me.

You don't want me
Is it?

It's okay
I understand.

No one wants a stupid
Poetic, weak guy like me.

Is it wrong
For me to want you
So bad
I feel like I'm going insane
Because every second possible
My mind would search for your scintilla

****, your eyes.
******.
I'm just, oh god
Just so in love with your eyes.

I always imagined myself
Staring into the ocean
And storms inside your cold eyes
Reminding me how lucky I am
To ever have you.

I guess
Write about you
Is all I can ever do.

Why?
Ah, the reason is easy.
You don't want me.