You're sometimes sweet, sometimes bitter.
But either way, I find myself still going to you.

Your lips beg for me to kiss them over and over again.
Oh, how luscious they look when you seem so lonely.

Your eyes beg for me to fall into the abyss of those infinite eyes of yours.
To find myself lost in the galaxy within.

Your hand reaches out for me when I'm lost,
and how perfectly they seem to fit together.

Your laughter sounds like angels singing,
a smile plastered on my face after.

Your warmth calls out for me,
especially on days where I rage and fear most.

Your kisses brings me a beautiful euphoria,
I can always seem to never want to be out of this.

Your presence and existence is more than just a body,
wanting to wake up with you next to me when I have nightmares at 3AM.

You in whole,
a addiction more addictive than cigarettes and drugs combined,
*is an addiction I can never get over of.

I will hold you,
I will follow you to the darkness.

Anything is fine,
as long I am there with you.

I will let you break me,
and let you explore my flaws.

It'll be okay,
because you fix the broken me.

I will let you use me,
for happiness or lust.

And that's okay,
because by the end of the day,
I see you smile.

I let you abuse me,
because I see the flame in you,
wanting to be extinguish.

And after,
when you're cool down,
I see galaxies in your infinite eyes.

I let you punch me,
give me bruises and blood spill everywhere.

That's alright.
Because after,
you'll tell me that you're sorry and you'll say you love me.

I let you do such painful actions on me,
because I know,
no matter how badly you treat me,
you care for me,
treat me properly,
tell me you love me,
let me explore your flaws.

the stars shiver in a distance,
as i look for you under the moon.

you who have left me,
under a letter on my desk.

*what more do i have to say?

I got mad,
made suicidal tweets on twitter,
then I get a notification.

You, a friend who I haven't talk to for a long time,
direct messaged me,
and ask me if I was alright.

I felt happy in that moment,
that someone cared.
And that someone was you.

You called me after,
assured that I do not harm myself.
We talked for an hour and i never felt so happy.

Thank you,
for calling me,
Thank you for listening.

If you hadn't,
I would have scars and,
My demon would have been dancing in happiness tonight.

We say that we should take care of Mother Nature,
yet we destroy it in every hauntingly way possible.

We say that we shouldn't judge others by how they look,
yet we call them names and make them feel insecure.

We say that we should be nice towards others and to treat others with equality,
yet we backstab people behind their backs.

We say that we should love ourselves more as we love others,
yet we carry the scars that are like our clothes we wear daily.

We say that we should be thankful of what we have,
yet we take advantage of every kindness given at an open door.

We say that we should educate the future generations,
yet we are the ones to poison their mind with all inhumane acts.

We say that we should go back to things before technology were everyone's life,
yet we are attached and no one seems to leave their gadgets and making oral conversations.

We say that we should make a big difference,
yet we are so backtracked of what our surrounding seems to be.