i hope you feel happier
resting your head next to someone
who loves you
saying good morning
each and every day
as the sun brightens up the room.

i hope you feel at ease
knowing that he'll always be
there for you
knowing that i'll always be
rooting for you
even when i'm not next to you.

i hope he's worth all you
say he is
kind, loving and fun.
and i hope you never realize
my worries.

i hope you never know
how hypocritical my thoughts can be
compared to my words.
how one word means the opposite
when scattered out my mouth.

i hope you never realize
how painful it is for me to be
here with you.
you, being oblivious to how i feel.

but i hope you're embraced with love
i wish i could give
without sacrificing my heart.
you deserve someone
who speaks their heart
and mind as one.

i wish you knew
that someone, will never be me.

(i) (one): escape
the world
filled with hatred
and loneliness.

ii (two): (help) make her
life less gloomy
and tired.

iii three: let (her) be
free of hatred
and loneliness.

i’ve waited for this moment
for everything to end.
where we end up looking at each other
knowing that we’ve grown together
and matured together,
as a family.

Black, White, Asian, Chinese.
Are we actually still racists in todays society?
We act like we don't care but in reality we are scared.
What is there to fear?
The color, gender, or background of a human?
To be scared of our own kind,
seems pretty crazy when we are all built of the same mind.
Look at our culture, everyone acting like vultures.
Where does it end?
When the white men win, or when the black man always dies in the end.

i'm over you.
i'm not over you.
i will be over you.
i never will be over you.

i was comfortable,
you were not.
i am comfortable,
you never will be.

we were comfortable,
for a while.
but our "while" lasted
shorter than we thought.

i was sorry,
so were you.
i'd still be sorry
but you'd be enjoying life

without having to worry about me anymore...

nothing hurts more than when someone you care about believe it's alright for you to rot with curiosity.

trapped inside,

behind bars that will never be answered.

i wonder if
the starlight looks
the same to you
as it, to me.

i wonder if
you look at the
sky as if we
were saying each
other’s farewells.

i wonder if
the space between
the moon and us
is still as empty
as it’s always been.

i wonder if
you look back to
the days we spent
together as
if it mattered.

something that was
perfectly wrong
that it became
significant.