The moment when
you stopped saying
"I love you"
is the moment when
I stopped sleeping.

And I've never been this sleepless before.

Dear Love,

Engulfed within the darkness of the night, I'm writing this to you in hopes that I'd convey at least a bit of my utmost sincere gratitude to you for being so kindly decided to be around. Let me kneel before you and humble myself in front of you, for you're the only one who could and would embrace me wholly and completely. I can assure you that I don't have any other needs nor motives behind me asking for your constant presence other than the desire to love you wholly and completely in return. Allow me then to submit myself to you as whole, for you're the only one who could and would take me as it is; unpolished, raw, untouched.

Longing for you badly,
Detha

P.S. Please don't stop clouding my head

Dear love,

I'm writing this at four in the morning as I relentlessly contemplate about how much I cherish you as a person, treasure you as a best friend, and adore you as a lover. These feelings are overflowing my insides like a deluge, and the constant surge never subsides — always flooding my chest and making it feels as heavy as ever, just like when you loomed over my body and took a bit of my breath. I hereby would like to remind you over and over again that I could never and would never be thankful enough for the opportunity to know such a kindhearted human being like you and the very privilege to have you right by my side for more than a year already. We've gotten so far and we've finally come to an understanding that all the wears and tears apparently only made our clasping hands stronger instead of weaker and our mortal selves better instead of worse. Until the dawning of time when each of our gentle souls leave its fragile vessel, I'd like to humbly request you to kindly let me stay for a while.

Forever yours,
Detha

P.S. I love you

Dear Love,

It's three in the morning,
And I couldn't wish for anything
But your warmth right beside me.

Missing you always,
Detha

In the calm and the dark I wrote to you.

Met,
Debt.

Fret,
Sweat.

Threat,
Pled.

Bed,
Red.

Bled,
Dead.

A story about a man in debt getting murdered by the shark loan in his tiny apartment.

I live together with my best friends,
But we do not split the rent.
We have never even once been apart;
I don't even remember, when did it start?

I live together with best friends,
So we do not meet only on weekends;
I think it must have been years
Since they first started whispering to my ears,

I live together with my best friends;
Although everytime I have to pretend
Like I'm all alone and on my own,
Acting like they are unknown.

I live together with my best friends,
They are there even when things go bent;
But I can't see them in the mirror,
Then how could I listen to their chatters?

I live together with my best friends,
Even if all they give me is torment;
For they only live in my head,
And I can't wait for them to be dead.

I live together with my best friends,
When will this ever end?

A memoir of a person with DID

i.
As I looked up,
I see
A cunning adult;
Constantly taking over my life.

ii.
As I looked down,
I see
A pitch-black shadow;
Engulfing me in the dark.

iii.
As I looked ahead,
I see
A mere child;
Laughing at my failures.

iv.
As I looked back,
I see
A grim nightmare;
Smiling from ear to ear.

They said angels can fly,
But I've been living with four angels
And none of them can fly;

Although I wish they could,
So that they can make their way
Out of my head.
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