if suddenly
you forget me,
do not look for me,
for i shall already have forgotten you.

i write random words,
not sure someone will understand what i mean.

I am not good at poetry,
but i try to make it look clean.

My choice of words are very boring,
but please do know that i am trying.

They're all mixed up, the thoughts inside my head,
so i write poetry, for the thoughts i should've said.

if you land on a flower,
and you were a fluttering, beautiful butterfly,
i wonder if i could become a flower that gives you honey,
i wonder if i can bloom so beautifully that you don't cross over to another flower.

They told me to paint a star,
and so I painted you.
I painted all your tears and scars,
with all your different hues.

Your eyes so blue,
I paint them too,
your smile is a firework’s spark.
I paint your lips and all your laughs;
you’re the light in my world so dark.

And then I saw your canvas,
so devoid of tint or shade,
But I continued painting
all the memories we’ve made.

After painting,
I looked up to find a picture,
not like other’s,
I dropped my paint and brush
to find you painted a sweet lover.

I burned the paintings
that I made along with memories,
For now, I know instead of painting,
I should’ve made you see,
That I could fill your empty canvas-
be your only star,
But I only painted
memories of you and me afar.

"why are you hiding your sadness?" he asks.
"well, everybody has a scar somewhere." i replied.