Thank you
for letting me hear the saddest songs and making
me understand that even sadness can be beautiful;
for letting me see the world as it is: cruel and how
it's filled with dark souls and beautiful city lights;
for letting me taste the sweetness of slow kisses
and the bitterness of first heartaches;
for letting me touch the deepest depths of my
heart i never knew existed;
and for letting me smell so many red roses
and teaching me not to ignore the thorns.

Thank you
for showing me beautiful pain and
poetic sadness, but for now,
goodbye.

I'm off to find someone who'll let me hear
happy songs next.

i don’t know how to console
someone who
is going through a hard time.
i don’t know what to do,
what to say,
or what to advice.
And I just want to slap myself
because im thinking of myself again
with such pointless thoughts
and endless I’s,
instead of the person who is
carrying on my shoulder.
right now.

but instead,
i was a flower that was carelessly plucked by you
because you thought I was fragile
and that i was beautiful;
soon after,
you kept on pulling my petals,
asking me with shaking breaths,
"do you love me or not?",
choking my stems
as you clench your fist
trying to make me feel your
desperation
and your painful
obsession
you always think is love.
you thought your preference of me
among all the other beautiful flowers
is a wonderful gift I should appreciate,
but let's be honest here

all you ever did was stop me from growing

I won’t lie.
(The truth is,)
(I) have never felt
More annoyed
than by the
(Like)s of (you.)