I always feel that I am bound
To take the worst case scenario.
And it's funny
And sad. But it's alright.

Love can be felt as if it's something new.
Like it wasn't the leftover from yesterday's memory.
Love, I now know, cannot grow old.
Maybe that's why it's eternal

The word hate only appeals
To those who are hated
The other knows it by heart
And they tend to share it graciously to the world.

For I cannot hold or follow a thought
Longer than two sentences and I'm maybe insecure
In my callousness and my immobility
Or maybe I'm just content with my gaze
Reaching yours but either way
It's just me lacking sleep
And having to much bed err bug bites.

You say "even in this world"
As if you've tried another
As if you've lived in one
As if you've embraced another arms

You, my darling, has been
And always will be
The center interest of my life
Even in this world.

I promised myself I won't drink alcohol anymore.
I'm waiting for that day that I'm going to break my promise.

Which part of your morose body
Should I put in the casket?
Should I left out your hands
Which caressed my face until bruises
Formed like landmarks?

Love
It's good for the soul
But not always safe
Then again, what is?

But if you drop bombs like that
Make sure you got yourself protected.
Or have you gotten so used
To the aftermath that you rather
Liked sniffing the smoke and running
Around on the still warm ashes?

Darkness existed first.

the path i took
welcomed no strangers
so when i am lost
i am lost alone