thank you

for being the most

heartbreaking poems.


and i think

this is the time

to let you go,

for real.

she likes to draw on her body like a permanent tattoo.
but she has to feel the pain for it result

it is not a drug,
but she finds it addictive

she knows that it needs to be stopped,
but she needs something to calm her down,
especially to calm her mind down.

;

/2.30am/
she was shaking on the last couple nights.
she can barely sleep.
her head was hurt.
her heart was beating faster than ever.

she covered her face with a pillow,
and screamed as loud as she could, in silence

;

line by line she draws
hurtfully satisfying
then she decides to draw a line on her waist
a long strong one as a reminder of selfishness.

Under the sky, above the ground.
I keep standing where the sun goes down, so does my shadow.
The dust turn down, followed by its echoes
"Listen" I tell myself
"People may hear nothing but noises"

Wind blows, ocean waves, bird chirp from mountain faraway.
I hear them closely.

I want to talk about you

About how sweet your smile is
And how deep your eyes are


I want to remember your every moves

About how you touch your hair
And how fast you walk


I want to keep memories about you

About how tight your hug is
And how soft your lips are


And i want to remind my self

About how i feel about you
And how grateful am i to met you

We'll meet in the middle of nowhere
A place where only we know
With a secret route, we call it.

We'll meet in the middle of nowhere
A place where we plant sunflower seeds
With an untold feel, we call it.

We'll meet in the middle of nowhere
A place where bunch of monkeys live
With two monkeys telling jokes, we call it.

We'll meet in the middle of nowhere
A place where sand and saltwater meet
With us singing our songs, we call it.

And we'll meet in the middle of nowhere
A place where there's no one knowing us
With me and you, we name it.