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.

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.

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

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