Why is love so stupid
I feel like don't want to love anymore
I wish if  can not saw ur face before and met u and love u
But know u **** me back and I most die I feel that I don't want to talking anyone
Pleas  leave me forget about you 

summer nights
fairy lights
women rights
skinny tights
we ended up with
lovers' fights

plain as day
you took away
a sunshine ray
left me with
no words to say

feelings fade
a girl's parade
to hold her head high
and hide the mess you made

You see
A person only truly falls in love
Once in their life time
And once that time is used up
There is no more.
You can lie to yourself
And to others
But if you were truly in love with them
That love cannot be undone.
I am in love.
A love that won't go away
With my best friend.
I fell off
The bridge of love
And into the waters
Where he followed
But his love came with strings attached
A bungee
And he jumped back up
And left me sitting there in the waters
While he's up on the bridge
Calling me up there
While I'm wishing him down here
And I have no bungee.

I often think about death. A lot people scared about death. but a few of people trying and wishing to die. I wonder how it feels like to die, is that good? or is it the best escape from all of this life?
but I thought death won't realize anything. I live in death, it's not good. it's *****. alone. small. invisible. and you were nothing but a small memories. no love. no glory. no victory. you were still alone, and no one listen to you.
so I guess death doesn't release you from anything. and death doesn't mean your heart have to stop beating. we life to fight ourselves and the whole world, and when we lose, there's always a way to come back to life.

Do not worry,
im fine,
im okay,
i do not tear at my skin,
i do not raise the razor blade,
i do not watch the blood as it flows down my arms,

Do not worry,
you do not see what i do,
you do not feel what i feel,
you do not share my nightmares,

Do not worry,
for you have not seen my past,
and you do not see my future,

Do not worry
because you do not have my heart,
and nor do you have my soul,
for that is a dark thing full of pain.

Do not worry.

Love like a heart. Yes, the *****. It has equal distribution of blood, we can also call it “love”, around the body. It filters the love then reuses it; making sure it’s fresh and ready for another round and round. It doesn't discriminate in that sense. It is kept safe within a cage yet free to move around the body. The chambers keep the "love" and preserve it. Its chambers are with purpose. Love in its purest form has a purpose and preserves quality in a way.

Its tunnels are plenty in little things and large places. From carpals to kidneys. It has set its boundaries but is open to love others by moving around freely in a body ready to explore the world and appreciate things. If it needs help, it will be honest. It will be willing for a transplant. It doesn't go beyond what it can’t do. It is within the confines of skin, muscle and fats. If it breaks, it can be fixed and can recover. There is a chance at least. It beats to a rhythm that ideally sets the pace or speed of time in its lifespan. Action-driven, it never boasts. It stays humble by simply staying where love needs are greatest.

Don’t be a heart like the shape. Never like the shape. It’s two dimensional. It only breaks into two when it’s all over. It’s so cheap, it can be sold in cookie form. Paper hearts make perfect practice for your shredder. They are fragile. Drown it in water and it will never survive. It will be flashy and attractive at first but love is at its luxury and glitter doesn't make it truly shine.

take only what you need
and leave the rest for me.
my emotions are poor
and hardly comforting.
they have become stiff
and raw since you decided to leave.
I'm not sure anymore what it is
that seems to be ailing me.
for if it was you
it would mean I still have love in my heart.
but my dear,
I assure you that I surely do not.

A glazed fire falls to earth.

A blaze so grand it will destroy your only exterior world.
A spread of rubies is covering the horizon,
so close you could fly to it
so far you can only fly to it.

This fire is our only day
he climbs high for his eternity
and falls
only for a minute

To have a fresh faced man take its place
for he spends brief moments in glory
and the rest in the ground.