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

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.

“...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.

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

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