its tiring to hold onto things
that don't want to be held on to
in the same way, it is terrible
to hold onto memories
because they are scars that ache on rainy days
sometimes i wish that i can stop holding onto them

you were the sunshine
who loves the rain
and i was the rain
who loved you, my sunshine

but even if
opposites attract
we can never really meet

unless on a fateful event
when we're destined
to create a rainbow

it's such a thin line
between hatred and love.

a thread.
so feeble.

it's such a thin line
between heaven and hell.

a thread.
so feeble.

it's such a thin line
between you and me

that i can't tell
if it's heaven or hell
if it's hatred or love
if it's you and me or if it's *us

do you know
what's harder than
crying?

when people think
you're fine
because your eyes
don't look puffy
nor are they bloodshot.

do you know
what's harder than
losing sleep?

when people think
you sleep peacefully,
dreaming behind your closed eyelids.

do you know
what's harder than
living?

when people think
you've moved on,
looking for a new life.

the hardest thing of all, though,
is when i have to go through them all,
but without you.

waves are moving in
and receding on the shore
arriving going