I wonder if you understand
The day your hand touched mine
If you could sense the change in air
The abrupt halt of time
Soul mate
I wonder if you fully know
I am attuned to your heart
I can read between your lines
The rarest piece of art  
Soul mate
I wonder if you understand
How fierce this love can be
My kindred spirit, heart's desire  
The other half of me

Who knew?
Just being there for someone
Is enough to make their day
And for them to love you.

Swollen fists never gonna
be useful for
swollen-eyed sad people
who wake up
feeling lonely
at 2am.

I love how i feel your whispers
at night
on my ear
sometimes they're cold like me
sometimes they're gold and
i keep them in my pajamas pocket
forever
just in case that you have to leave
and i can't never hear
your whispers again
so i come back to bed and you're sleeping
beautifully and quietly
but your words seems to want to
escape
from my pocket
so i call you once, twice
and start talking to you with
my slurred voice
and you shut me up
with a goodnight kiss
first on my forehead
and then on my lips
i couldn't taste it well
from the medication
but i can hear
you saying
goodbye, little girl
sleep well,
farewell.

10:17 p.m.

And still,
I couldn't bring myself
To tell her I loved her,
Because of fear of what had happened
The last time I loved someone.

Because of fear
That the part of me
That was whispering,
Shouting,
Screaming,
To stay away,
To not fall in love
Might be right.

Because of fear
That I would break her heart
And she'd break mine,
And we'd both go back to being broken
Just as quickly as we had taped ourselves back together,
Piece by piece.

Because of fear
That she wouldn't
Feel the same way.

Because of fear
That my feelings
Wouldn't be genuine.

Because of fear
Of repeating the past.

(a.m.)

I am a slave to the world...
I want to be free...
But the thing is,
I don't know how.

I crave you like a cigarette and I just as equally want to burn you.
Smoking is an addiction of poison that will waste you away and acid drenched flowers will grow from your ribcage. But I assure you, I'd rather turn my lungs to ash than ever be kissed by the putrid lips of love.

I guess I use this
To feel a little love sometimes...
So when this is taken away,
I am left with nothing but my empty carcass
That was once so full...