Come and unplug the lamp;
Close your eyes and lie down,
Let's explore each other in the dark.
Come and unravel the walls I built around people;
Unbutton the secrets I kept for myself;
Unhook the happiness I failed to attach to anyone;
Unlock the doors I closed ever so tightly so that nobody could enter;
Uncover my mind and touch me softly there.
Come and watch me do it all;
As I'm opening up my soul to you,
Layer by layer.
Missed I wasn't,
teardrops on my tombstone no longer;
Only a bunch of dandelions,
caressing the cold parchment
when nobody was around;
Blown by the wind,
left alone though it hasn't sinned;
Slowly withering to die,
consumed by cruel, cruel world
the same way as
Hereby I solemnly pour down all my feelings for you in the form of a writing; waiting for you to read it.
Tired, sad, and mad.
Anger, emotions, and fatigue.
We've been through many things together, yet we haven't been through everything. All that we are is just an insignificant speck of dust around gigantic stars with planets worshipping them relentlessly; but I'm sure there's nothing and no one in the world who could worship each other more than us.
Despite everything, despite the madness,
despite the distresses — thank you for staying.
In a world amongst the untrue, the wrongful, the two-faced; pseudo reality is taunting at humankind insolently.
To have faith, to be hopeful, to believe; only for them to trash and scatter what you've been believing in.
The betrayed, the deceived, the deceitful; carelessly and mercilessly succumbed upon their sins. Arrogantly looming upon all, unknowing and forgetful of those who sang prayers at dawn for them.
The smiles, the tears, the two-faced; o' the mighty entities everyone praised, not even Judas would have the nerve. It's a shame humankind is a fool; easily played and toyed with.
The denial, the anger, the bargaining, the depression, the acceptance; five stages of grief that I learned, only to know that I could never master.
The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak. The body is hollow, for the soul is in sorrow.
"don't you worry," he said calmly,
"i'll be alright."
she stared at him in silence while tugging at the blue blazer he was wearing, still looking quite uneasy.
"but people can't seem help but set their gaze on a masterpiece when they see one," she half-whispered, her eyes looking down on the ground—an even more prominent sign of uneasiness.
he smiled, hands touching her face softly,
"do you trust me?"
he said as their eyes and foreheads met.
"i always do.
it might be hard for us to be separated for four full weeks, but i can't possibly stop trusting you.
i never could,
i never would."
he only hummed, then proceeded to plant a speck of his love
on her cheek,
on her forehead,
on her lips,
on her soul.
Would you gently caress the tiniest dent?
Would you carefully examine even the most invisible scar?
Would you tell the demons inside of my head to stop being so loud?
Would you make the voices disappear?
Would you hold my hands to stop me from pulling my hair so hard?
Would you then pick up the strands of hair that fell apart?
Would you break through the noise of my cries?
Would you still whisper to my ears softly in spite of my screams?
Would you help me to breathe?
Would you then help me to live?