How could you preach about life being fair when it is truly not

yeah, i understand your feelings painfully well.. and..
it's your kindness that tears me apart.

he puts his incomplete thoughts
in Ziploc bags
and eats them at midnight.

your arms is corded with veins
so alluring and ****
i want to trace them with my finger
until i get lost along the way

all i ever wanted to do is
fall asleep on your chest
whilst listening to your heartbeat
as if it is a lullaby.

as I leafed through the pages of your sketchbook,
i can't helped but leave my mouth hanging
i am transported to every wonders of the world
from each page

whilst staring at your work
i can feel the emotions and feelings
that were present when you drew them
the lightness of the strokes
the heaviness of the shades