I always dream of you.
Along the lines of joy and grief.
Binded in chains made of comfort.
Filled in the air of you.

Let's talk a bit more, my beloved.
My dearly departed.
Hope guides me,
It's the treasure that I always had.

Embrace me, dearest one.
Forgive me for I am not wise.
The cross that I carry is only bearable,
If I'm with you.

Fare thee well, my star,
my sorrow and my love.
If home is a sin,
I'll go home to you.

The tyranny of this empty room
will always be the underlying comfort of no one.

These books left unread, has been the taste of my inglorious pursuit of happiness.

A guitar hanging on the wall collecting dust and rust, is a product of my unremarkable trust with myself.

A single bed that will be slept on later, will be filled with imaginative thoughts of grandeur,
Combined with the thoughts that betrayed me compiled with,
"I should've and could've".

Only this pen latched on to my hand to carve the honest words,
This paper to produce erasures of beautiful sentences.
The writer that will bear the coming of tomorrow.

I use to say to myself that,
You and I were two parts of a single being.
Hoping to become one.

I was wrong.
Fate was wrong.

I couldn't defy nature for you.

Rainbows after the rain, and a flower that bloomed with the cold,
are abundantly changing colors.

I fell in love with you that day,
as you gazed up the crimson sky.

That one instant in a scene of the dramatic film
Won't disappear, because it's etched into my heart

It's you, you who taught me.
If the darkness shines too, then it'll become a night of stars.
Don't hide your sadness behind a laughing face anymore,
Because all the twinkling stars will shine on you.

I forgot to sleep, and the sun that came out to meet me pierced me so much.
If I see you, I even forget the headache that carries my foul mood.

This stillness is romantic, like sugar melting in black tea.
Your voice, it goes around my whole body.

It's you, you who gave me a smiling face
If tears shine too, then it'll become a falling star
Don't separate those injured hands anymore
Because tomorrow will come to the sky filled with wishes

The light that guided me was you
I was drawn, and I broke into a run
Before I knew it, we were beginning to cross paths
Now's the time, if we can just shine here.

It's you, you who taught me the darkness will end.

Is the answer at any time by coincidence? Is it necessary?
Some day the road that we choose will be our destiny
The hope and the anxiety you grasped tightly,
Will surely move us forwards and become with the light.

Each word I exchanged with you,
each one of them is raining down on me
like falling stars.

The sky I looked at alone,
seemed like it was about to swallow me up.
I was afraid.

The starry night we shared was incredibly brilliant,
it somehow seemed unstable.

A single petal that came in my life.
Only you mattered.

This is my punishment.

Tell me the things that didn't make sense.
Is it the way that I talk when we were together at pitch black mornings?
Was it the things that you read on my notebook telling my demons to stay away?
Could it be the hunger that I felt when I had to worry that my dreams is nothing but based on false victory?
Maybe it was the silence that I gave when life threw me back where I first started?

Tell me how it should make sense.
Must I always run to chase greatness?
I could try and sit properly with the obstacles as my seat, and I tried writing differently, but my pen broke a million pieces to show me that my sadness is incurable.
Should I be looking at the dark to approach love as if driving my car will reach a destination?

Tell me things that would make sense.
Is paradise only achieved when kindness broke down my heart to show me how it can shatter the tallest walls that I could ever create with my bare hands?
That grief gave me maturity at 4AMs to tell me that, when sunrise comes I will be unbearable.
That the war I have been on to, has given me nothing but sharp bullets shot through the back of my skull just for me to see how I will bleed.

Many times, I can only ask what things that would make sense.
Living in this cruel world, has only invaded my reality with foreseen tales of triumph and conquered mountains that I will never reach.