it was hard, it is
cleaning up the messy part
you are the messy part of me
everything was great
but i was forgotten
i forgot who you are
i forgot your heart

hope you'll remember me
the messy part of yours
the part where i might not even there
or was there for once
hope someday you'll reminisce about me
on your happy day
and the saddest part of yours

always knowing that
my hands will always opened up for you
not to bring you back
but to heal you once again
cliche : to make you happy again
and again

now i am letting you go
thank you for being the best part of me
somehow i wish things turn out for better way
for better us, better we, better possibilities

i'll always pray for you
i am praying for you
whispering the best for you
and i hope you too, still
hoping for the best part of me

i wish you knew i much i longing for you
believing you're still the one for me
faith-ing all the things we've been through
but tears is tears, end is the end

your vision is not mine
and my vision is not yours
you see the light
i see the sky

maybe we could be
but enough is enough
you enough for me
but me is not enough
yeah, i know :')

enjoy your part

let me enjoy mine

for last and true :
i've loved you <3

Eight of us
A train
And the blinding light of stars
For that moment
As we laid together under the sky
Shoulder against shoulder
And watched as the blinding light inched towards us
Waiting for the onrush of wind
The split second of weightlessness
And a sign that this is where we needed to be

She sits and paints and her conscience speaks.
“This means you’re healing,” it says.
She smiles and cleans her brush.
“Who’d have thought it would be so colourful,” she says.
There are tears in her eyes.

Before me lies darkness beyond compare
An abyssal space, no end in sight

Yet before the pain I can no longer bear
To my eyes arrives a light

Without a form, a concept born of air
It’s outstretched hand I grab, and very tight

For me, this saviour is so rare
I must hold on with all my might

A person? ‘Tis is a title many share
For so long so wrong, now so right

A shroud of misery is no longer what I wear
My change so strong, I could take flight

Though slips into gloom and doom are not so rare
This life of mine is no longer eternal night

you are chaotic, and beautifully broken
standing stoic and silent
but the earth thrums with your screams

there is no romance to be found in pain
fret not about idealism and misconception;
i know how you suffer

but there's so much love in you,
you could make the soulless feel again
too much passion for you to know what to do with

never shown enough compassion to understand
that your mind, ill as it may be, is gorgeous
you are not awful, but awe-inspiring

hard work wears you down
but your hands are still so soft;
they were meant to be held, and kissed

you were born to be adored
and feared and wanted, to confuse with your complexity
so that only the best of people will stand with you

side by side with you, with open eyes
and open arms and open hearts
there is war in your chest and these friends will bring you peace

the world has, since birth, shown you destruction
volleyed hatred and scorn in your direction
but here is its reconciliation:

these people that love you are soldiers
ready to help you win the wars that explode in the spaces between your ribs
they will help you breathe, and smile, and sleep