I love to write
But I ****
I am no good at writing
nothing is enticing about my writing
or special
But I can't stop
Maybe one day
the words I use to express my heart
will make their way out more eloquently

fall in love with someone
who treats your scars
like birthmarks

I'm tired
vexed
of the confusion
from this attraction
it seems that it leaves me nothing but
anticipation
for your attention
I cannot align to your energy
I align and if you align
then we align
together.

so the pieces fell
Again
I think I lost again
but did I?
each time I unveil myself
hoping the seeds will blossom
it gets spoiled externally
I did it again.
left the seeds out to be
Limited

Fixed for your affection
you were aligned to my path
to be a weighty mirror

Hey hey
you don't forget
this one is not what you want
a mere **** to be plucked out

             Love
               for the self
               a potent fertilizer

Before
I would ask myself
Do I live in a
Good world
Or
Bad world
And the answer would almost always be
Good world

Now
I ask myself the same question
The answer is not the same it once was
I often feel I live in a bad world

People masquerading as good
And I am falling into that
Or have I always been but
a catalyst to yield the sprout was the missing ingredient
It becomes survival of the fittest
If that is how I have to survive to be fit
I don’t want to survive
I want to wholeheartedly believe I live in a good world

I need to.

I ended up releasing a lot
of energy, but now i feel
a bit better in terms of the nausea