He settles in places,
while I collect all the stamps.
He loves to break rules;
I end up breaking within.
He sewed patches
unto his sleeves,
and I was too busy
stitching my wounds.

He peacefully
lays at night;
I stay awake,
lamenting the sounding
blast of his comfort.

We both end up on our own pillows.
His is a smiling moon.
Mine a pouring rain.

We cannot carry all the burdens from our painful past.
We can only leave it there, burried underneath the roots of memories we had for once.
Make some baby steps for now.
You'll be surprised of how you'd be able to make giant ones once you've learned how let it all go.

It's a total ache
for being so near
to someone
you wanted to
hug,
but not
being able to.

Like giving
comfort to an
injured butterfly
while healing
your own wings.

Or being the light
in someone's darkest path
while melting deep inside.

Either way,
you still choose
to give.
Even without receiving.
To love.
Even without
being loved back.

What else can you do?
You can't be greedy enough
to ask for more than
what you can give...

you can only
be grateful enough
for things
you can only get.

He who wants
to be selfish
has not sinned
until
he became
so greedy
to swallow
more than
what
he can put
on his spoon.

I'm on a dead end
But I can still hear
the loudest scream.
It is thrown from within
and echoes thru
the glass walls.

So here I stand
and wait
for the barriers
to break.

Hoping those echoes
would care.

Being in pain is gives you sadness.
But being unable to feel it makes you the saddest.

So face it.
Let it consume you.
Lament over it.

That's how you learn.
That's how you
get the best in you.