Stuck between going through,
and going back;
stuck holding somebody else,
and wishing to hold his.
Wanting to love them again,
and wanting to be loved by
someone new;
it's a battle between meddling with
the past
or fighting for the future.

the night isn't just for the howling wolves,
or the big-eyed owls;
it's also for those with 2am thoughts,
and the drunk, unloved.
it's for those who rarely sleep,
the people who wish they have someone.
it's also for me,
who keeps questioning on what went wrong.

you told me you love me but
your eyes never shown interest,
your lips cracked as if it's
telling a broken promise.
you told me you cared for me,
but your body sways for her;
your brain works for her.
tell me everything you need,
but let your body lie for you.

"an open letter to the one i loved most,

i hope you finally know how to actually sleep early.

i hope you finally get to finish the movies you've been dying to watch.

i hope you finally get the chance to have a clear mind, to actually think right.

i hope you finally love yourself, as much as i've loved you, maybe, even more.

i hope you finally find that someone that can love you fully, the love that i can never give enough.

i hope you can finally be happy with the presence of our friends, and not worry about me getting mad.

i hope you can finally get the freedom you might not wanted but you needed.

i hope you finally know the true meaning of 'here' and 'now'.

i hope you finally get the chance to fall in love again, with a better person.

i hope you finally achieve all of those you wanted, even if you're still indecisive about them.

i hope you finish all of your goals.

and lastly,

i hope that you never think about me, how much of a mess i was, and how much i was a burden to you."