You held my hand until it hurt.

Your shirts fits me
your pants short for me
yet never could fill for thee
thy shoes you left to me

Fill my silence,
With eloquent speech.
Telling tales of slain dragons,
And beautiful daydreams.
Travel through my mind,
Catch my fleeting thoughts,
As they fall on your tongue,
As they keep straying afar.
Look at my art,
I didn't paint.
Listen to my music,
I didn't make.
Finally,
Promise me,
Lie to me, please.
Say I'm not alone.
Say you'll remember me.......

I'm waiting. Just waiting. For someone to sweep me off my feet. For someone to make every little touch of pain turn into butterflies in my stomach. For someone to make my darkness turn into sunlight and fireworks. But I am exhausted. My trust in love is slowly, but surely, fading into nothingness. My heart is so torn apart that everything seems vague and grey. When you walked away you took my happiness with you, and I am not sure whether it's the absence of you or the loss of my humanity that makes my eyes wet at 4 a.m. I don't know if I miss you. I don't know if I still love you. And I certainly don't know how to move on without you.

I've been breaking my bones trying to reshape them to make your eyes comfortable
I've been going under cognitive reconstruction to shelter your mind
I've been feeding spars flames to this piece of firewood just so I don't burn you

I will no longer dilute myself just to have the right to exist
While you flaunt all your raw intensity
Just because you have normativity holding your hand

A caterpillar,
this deep in fall--
    still not a butterfly.

I swear that I have purpose
I promise there is passion,
inside my eyes, within my mind..
I'm built for many fashions.
I just need motivation
I know there's dedication
inside my heart, it's time to start
living my inspirations.

The boogeyman has a name
Indeed, he's real!
They call him Lust.
A haunting, I always feel.