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May 2016 · 554
my broken masterpiece
Harmony Asia May 2016
i love you.
i love you because of the way you corrupted my mind with thoughts of you, you covered my heart with daisy chains for far too many days, my eyes with love even though they uncover too much, my ears with laughter and my fingertips with the stars.

whenever we're apart i go into overdrive but at the end of the day i'm happy you're alive and i'm happy we've survived this hell on earth.

when i'm with you i feel like i want to surf the clouds, and i know gravity probably won't agree, but in order to keep my sanity you need to stay with me so i can grow old with the broken masterpiece that is y o u.

the way you look at me sends chills down my spine, electricity to my brain and i just can't help the way my heart has palpitations whenever you call my name, how even when you play your silly little games i can never seem to fall out of love with my own broken masterpiece.
May 2016 · 469
FRAGILE
Harmony Asia May 2016
SHE IS A FRAGILE THING.
DONT GET TOO CLOSE, HER TOUCH IS EQUIVALENT TO THAT OF A BEE STING, SHE'S DANGEROUSLY ENCHANTING.
Harmony Asia May 2016
But after all, she felt so cool wearing knee high socks and drinking ***** shots with the popular kids at school.
She was a prisoner of the wind, unknowing waltzing towards what direction she was impelled, expelled, told to go to hell by the one person she loved most;

**herself
May 2016 · 271
But what happens?
Harmony Asia May 2016
But what happens when she falls in love with someone else and he starts to question his mental health? He has a hurricane in head in his heart in every fibre of his being there is a sense of something, someone missing?

But what happens when they go their separate ways after years and years of tears and tears and of begging her to stay? When his heart hurts so much he's on the floor writhing in pain, screaming her name, begging her to stick his world back together with cello tape?

But what happens when he watches her walk through the door not looking back, trodding on the old, dusty, door mat that says home for the last time as she glances back in the dead of night because part of her regrets what she's doing? For she was a constellation, her eyes reminded him of stars scintillating through out every nation, she was so out of reach.

But what happens? What happens when she finally settles down and he feels like he's drowning in his emotions his world is an ocean, full of deep blues and purple hues and what ifs?

What if he's okay? What if day after day after day the pain slowly starts to melt away just like the ice cream he had when he was four? When all of the sugar coated memories of her no long pour out of his soul in liquid form or when he forgets all of the things about her that he once adored?

— The End —