there are lots of things i don't know about you
yet there are more that you don't know about me.

i'm bipolar, i know you know that.
i'm somehow moody... obviously
i'm this close to telling you everything but,
i won't

or will i?

then what?

will you still let me do anything the way i wanted to?

will you let me smoke my lungs out?

will you let me have another tattoo and


will you still love me the same?

every moment i spend with you is another memory
stored inside my head

there are times i forgot how you used to smell...
even though that it was the smell that wanted to fall asleep to...

there are moments i forgot how you look like,
how you talk, how you walk, how you smile or laugh..

how you say i love you

how you cry when you say it...

there are times, i cry alone thinking that there are special moments
that i'll forget.

there are special memories

that i'll never remember after.

then, there's... *you