Which one's the fastest?

-Light.

My Science teacher told me that.

Though he never warned me
about what comes next.

Now I hear nothing
but thunders inside-
like a hammer nailing
my chest.

The same sound
I am left with
on rainy days.

You said part of healing
is showing my truth
so I told you my story.

Only it was too late
to notice
I was already drowning

from healing over him
to falling deeper
with you.

We might not be privileged enough to
choose who we could love
but we will always have the freedom
to choose what could hurt us.

And at the end of your battle,
I hope that whatever you have chosen
will always worth all the pain.

What's even more painful than
all silent cries you shed
at 2:30 am?

You are also
someone else's prayer.

I hope you'll
remember that
while chasing after
someone who
isn't yours to keep.

They all come in different moods
like the ones we see in all
different faces on streets
we walk on every morning

But I know someone
who owns all of its faces.
She keeps them in a closet
hanged one by one
so it will be easier for her
to pick which best suits her day.

And oftentimes
she chooses her most favorite one-

that one with a perfectly
curved lips
teeth shown
blush on cheeks
hair untied

with eyes that say:
"Hold on a little longer."

Those same eyes I always see
behind all different faces she wears
in front of her shattered mirror
every morning.

You are the aftermath
I feel whenever rains end-

the opposite of positive
that repairs
my brokenness.