She’s clothed naked

Naked to the world

The cold seeped through her

Warming every vein in her body

She shed a leaf, proving her point

The sky answered back, breaking a joint

She shed another one, a petal of her frozen beauty

The trees turned a blind eye, so they won’t have to see

She has given quite enough, she couldn’t shed anymore

It’s time for her to wait

He slowly left

Leaving her empty

“Why?” she asked

He never looked back

But she knew the answer

The more he says,

The more she’ll get hurt

The longer he stays,

The more she’ll have nothing left of her.

Because he is the winter

And she’s just a delicate flower

Perhaps I fell in love with parts of you

That made me feel like the way I do.

The way you frustrate me

When you prefer not to see

How I look at you with sympathy,

Because she chose to break your heart

And now you’re torn broken and  apart.


The way you make my poetry stink,

because I ran out of words to think,

your name solely runs in my mind

other rhymes I cannot find.

I should write about what I feel

and stop trying to understand you

Perhaps I couldn’t and never will

Make you feel like the way she do.



The way you make me stay stirring

Until four in the morning,

Just to listen to the stars tell me

How your current heart is mourning.



I’m always here for you

    when you’re happy

     angry

     silent

     and blue.

I care for you

At least, I hope you knew.



But why is it that the more I let you see

All these little parts of me

The more you silently cry

And leave me wishing for good bye?

I fell in love to the cosmic chaos you stir inside me.
Like colliding planets and falling stars.

The world trained me

To stop being me.

To fake a smile,

To act like I’m fine

To be someone they wanted to see.

They wanted :D when I’m just :(

They wanted :) when I’m really :""(

they molded me to agree,

hold back

bite my tongue

Survive?

They never asked me what I want

When all I am
Sad

Hurt

Dying

Alone

Homesick

Lonely

Judged

Ignored

St­ressed

Confused

Depressed

Misunderstood

Forgotten

Abused

Su­icidal.

I’ve been screaming so loud

But silence always covers me.

All these may just be words,

But someday, perhaps, something will pull the trigger.

Someday, sleeping will be a permanent commitment to death.

And the world won’t even stop.

It goes on.

And I’m gone.

To be human is to love

To love is to be broken

To be broken is to experience beauty

To be beautiful is to sacrifice

Skin. Hair. Eyes. Body. Heart.

All these will change. Die.

But later on, you’ll go back

To being human

And you’ll go back to loving

You will be broken

You will experience beauty

The cycle won’t repeat

Because you know being broken

has its own kind of beauty