You astound me

For the words you speak turn into a masterpiece

You fill me with awe

As you pirouette your pen and out come your thoughts

You ignite the sleeping soul I try to oppress

And leave me breathless with just your statements

I've longed for someone like you.

Some say you lack finesse

I say they lack good taste

As everything you write stay true to me;






**Or maybe just for me

You told your truth,

And lay bare your soul.

You speak the words you say,

As those who hear feel your turbulent catharsis;

Or maybe it was just me.

As if when you speak you asked for pity,

You weren't right to feel remorse.

You told your truth,

As you were about to shed tears.

But I never saw even glistening in your eyes;

Or heard remorse in your tone.

I can only make either of two things true:

you lie.

or;

you are brave.

Brave enough to put your heart at ease,

When the tides come crashing down your ship;

Brave enough to say that you're fine,

When really your walls are about to crumble.

I adore you;

For I feel the bravery you try to emanate;









And the wailing hope you try holding together




I am but a stranger at crossroads;

*I happen to hear your voice

As I hold my hand for you to hold,

You hold the hands of another.

As I lend you my ears,

You lean on another.

As I call out your name,

You respond;

















To the pleas of another.

*Am I that —

The release of energy

Such as I cathartically spewed out mine;

You shiver.

Do I bother you that much?

Yet;

Even if you are bothered,

I'll still feel the same way;

It doesn't define how I really am;

If you could see how I'm capable

Of making you feel the same way;

As I cathartically spew out my energy;

Hold my hand.

*Maybe then you'd see why.

Sing;

Your words that seem to flutter;

Sing;

Your tune that seem to falter.


Do you really deserve to feel that bad?

Do you really deserve to be that selfless?

You're too good.

I hear your song.

Faint but not silent.

Cathartic but calm.

You don't have to whisper everything.


Sing;

Your words that scream your truth;

Sing;

The tune that never falters.

You're better than you think you are.

Everyone is.

But I believe you don't believe me.

Yet you should.

Because I see.

How you put aside yourself for those who can't help themselves;

How you manage to put a smile even if what you feel is not worth smiling;

I see.

How you hide the pain from everyone.

Yet, I see.

It is unbearable but you shrug it instantaneously.

We can't have all the luxuries;

Trying our best to find their worth;

Lest we bother those around us.


It's okay.

When you feel lost in the book of life,

*Kindness is your index

I feel hopeless
All the things they say seem to have no effect;
What was rotten can never be fixed;
What was shattered can never be reshaped.
The wound cannot be closed;
It bleeds.
As the ruby-red blood drips from my body;
I freeze.*
In scorn

I feel like a **** fool;

Letting you see how defeated I am,

To a beast I never saw coming;

I feel very guilty,

As I see you tend to me,

Even with a casualty much larger than mine;

I feel very useless;

As I see you do your best,

While I idly wait for myself to collapse.

My guts are turned inside-out,

I can't do anything to stop it;

As I can't control my own self,

While you try your best to help me.

Why?

You're faring quite hard;

Why persist to burden yourself with me?

I know I hurt you already;

I know how much of a burden I am to everyone;

I know how ill I am to think this way,

And I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have let you see me vulnerable in the first place;

*Now you're having it hard

You were there,

When I tried to strip an angel off its wings;

As its feathers fall one by one,

You vehemently pulled me away.

You knew how I never knew what I was doing,

You knew how lost I am in this fight,

You knew how much I wanted to just lay down and wait for my time;

Yet you pulled me away,

Even if no one asked you to;

You pulled me away;

And in your arms as I was about to collapse, you whisper:

It's okay.

You were there,

As I was putting back the wings;

Not the best but I tried my best.

*You held me.

I think I pushed the wrong buttons;

Now we can't talk.

I think I tripped on the wire;

Now everything I say can't get to you;

It seems that I'm the only one who knows;

And I'm the only one who's hurting, too.

I guess I 'm much of a klutz, aren't I?

I guess if you knew,

You'd say it's pointless to overthink it all;

But I guess you'd never know.

And even if you did,

*It's pointless to overthink it all.