I know its love
when he reads every favorite book i have on my shelf
when he knows every word to Passenger Seat
when he likes walking hand in hand with me

I can easily recognize love
by the way he ruffles his hair when he gets frustrated
i can see it on the way he chuckles when i attempt to make a good joke
the easiest recognition i know is not through his eyes, silly
but through his stomach when i see how his face light up when i bake him cookies

but when love came to me
he didn't even like to read because it bores him
he only knows the chorus of the Passenger Seat


i get annoyed when he ruffles his hair because he doesn't look cute as i imagined it would be
he didn't laugh on every jokes i make

despite the clash
love grew and stretched into multitudes
love fell and got back up
love is change
love is every flaw and mistake

love arrived when its supposed to
but love also leave when the universe tells it to
and in every moment i had with that love
was the realest thing i will forever carry

but that love will never vanish like a professional magician
it will only grow like baby teeth; removed, only to be replaced with stronger ones

love may come in a 2-month relationship
love may come in 30 years or so
love may come in hospital visits or a trip to the beach

i hope you never shut yourself with love
and when you do
find the courage to let it all in
and this time
you will discover an additional definition of what love is

I hate it when you smile
Hate it when you speak
I hate it when you laugh so hard
Hate it when your eyes are so beautiful to look at that i gasp for air

Ive hated it for aeons
And probably more

Those dashing curves arent from me
Your voice so good, doesnt speak love to me
Hell, i wasnt even the cause of those laughs And in your eyes, i was just a cheap prose

it will hurt and hurt and hurt
For a thousand times
For millions
billions
probably more

Im not the princess in this fantasy
I was the girl always neglected, as you see
Anastasia or probably some random girl
Never picked
Never chosen

If you were my bed
Id never want to leave

If you were my favorite book
Id read you all over again

But you're not


You were that bed sheet i should've replaced

You were that book  i should've just stuck at the corner of my shelf


And until this fragile heart
Hurts no more
And until the last allegory id think of you
I will always compare you
To every piece and every word
Because darling
I love you
Even if it hurts

have you ever paid attention to the sky?
'cause i always do
from car rides to long walks
from sunrise til sunset

have you ever paid attention to how youve made me feel?
in a thousand different ways
you always do
from sunrise til sunset

guy with a jet black hair
like the sky without the moon
your beauty a flare
turned the night not a gloom

it fall in waves around him
floating me in romantization
i wish it was just his hair
but something else gravitated me

his eyes
even the cosmos is incomparable
even the word "beauty" cannot suffice
for he was much more

to the guy with the jet black hair
you melt me with your chocolate stare
ive loved you for a long time now
you deserve a "yes" no doubt