You should be thankful,
For whatever he had overcome and went through,
He still have the courage to tell you his thoughts,
For he is brave to face his fear and stand for people who faces the same thoughts.

You should be grateful,
For he is willing to sacrifice his sleep, to make you happy even just for a while,
For he fights for what is right, for your right even when he is weak.

You should feel honoured,
For he looks at you, like he had never looked at anyone,
For he tells you things I longed to hear and dreamt of.

You should feel happy,
For everytime he mentions you, he smiles with eyes disappearing into his cheeks, lips curled, touches his ears.
For no matter what, he promises to be there for you even when he finds it hard sometime.

You should feel lonely,
For when he is away from you,
For every mishap that occured, nights spent apart, phone dim with no sweet texts received.

You should feel bad,
For the time you think you are alone, when he is there for you,
For forgetting to remind him that he deserves all the love in the world and that you are always there for him.


Lastly, you should feel sad.
For when the time comes, things will no doubt change over time,
For knowing that you have to leave him one day, or being left by him as final goodbyes are being said while leaving the world.

- ponder

you and me
underneath my grey duvet
covered with only white t-shirts
and mischief

listening to 90s music
and laughing at the lyrics

kissing when the next song comes on
holding each other tightly
as if one of us will
dissintegrate
at any moment

you and me
at the beach
right on the shoreline
where the water meets the sand

kicking off our shoes
and jumping right in
it's ice cold
but you make me feel warm

you and me
fighting about god knows what
yelling things we don't mean
and going to sleep without saying i love you

getting distant
ignoring phone calls
just to avoid arguments
going to the beach
but not with each other

listening to 90s music
but not hearing the lyrics

sleeping in the same bed
but on opposite sides

now there's a you
but it doesn't include me.

he is
simply perfect
he's my universe
and I can't help but loving him and nobody else

i could walk to places,
i'd meet a lot of people,
among million faces, my eyes encountered,
yours the best, favourable, preferred.
it consists of uneven lids, and that's okay,
perfection doesn't define,
your beauty, symmetry looks strange to me.
rosy cheeks, lips opened emphasises the sweet sweet smile, one drugged me with happiness.
so i began, one, two,
counting moles littered on you,
prominent one, faded one,
one hugging your nose,
one kissing the side of your lips.
my favourite,
the one holding your soft cheek.
It caresses you always,
I like to pretend its me, holding on to you
so dearly.
Tiny specks of beauty,
enhanced soft angelic physiognomy.
No one can hold on to you stronger,
Than those moles,
Forever rid my somber.

- kimin