Fitful Sleep
Dreams Flit

In and Out-

If Dreams were Real-

How could We Tell?

Hatimu tumpah, malam pecah
Maka sirna sudah gelisah
Dan semua kalimat lelah

Hatimu tumpah, kemudian malam terbelah
Dan aku hanya bisa mencintaimu lewat dinding tanpa celah

There is Morning Fog
Sometimes

There is Illumination
After Noon
Sometimes

If Clarity were Constant-

How would We Know?

all alone
im in my bed
lights so low
and my family gone

i washed my hair
scrubbed skin for hours to remove his touch
yet he
clings
on.

but im barely hanging on
and i dont think anyone else is
sometimes i think about you

and
         i
             am
                      wet.

I want to write honestly.
Speak the truth.
I want to stare in a mirror
and see anyone but you.

I want to love out loud
and speak my feelings, too.
I'm not the kind of brave
that counts, no matter what I do.

I wish it wasn't almost over
that I had more time to spend.
I want to speak words into facts,
to stand tall but only ever bend.
I'm working toward a finish
but only coming to an end.

And over time,
My pen stopped bleeding
But my heart didn't