Four years i sink in books.
Books full of words.
Alphabet pour me down.
They try to burry me soul.
Funny.
Not even the heart they can touch.
Year five.
The day when i wake up.
Where words and alphabet conquer me.
I realize. They make me feel naked already.

For every word i say
For every ink i etch
You the one should know
That i
Never mean to hurt
The heart of you i love the most

“...because the guy thee love the most, may hurt thee most”
People say
I laugh. Quite hard eventually.
Then it happens.
Every single word appears right.
Feel so right.
And i know they are right.

I’m happy i write
I’m sad i write
It feeds my soul
Like how heart broken sewed
Good.. but not gonna be alright
Temporary
Visually

The big day
No more
I’m crying sore
All the hype is gone
Yet
Oh! Im growing too strong
You hurt me no more