Loving you is hard.
But at least I know the end.
It's easy to love someone you know you could never had than loving someone who didn't know how to appreciated your existence.
You.
You're constrasting. Breathtaking. Aesthetic.
Your eyes extending far down than the ocean.
Your smile soften the heart to whoever that saw you.
Dulcet voice, that would describe you well.
Loving you is like loving the moon.
You're so far away yet few can still meet you.
I still say "Shoot for the moon, you might get there"
But I know I won't.
I ain't got a chance.
So I create a space. I create a world. A medium for me to meet you.
Dream. I call it dream.
I feel delighted just to see you there. It wasn't real but it's all I got.
I was hynotized myself to make myself believe this was all true.
I know it's sounds crazy but we all have a dream to grant the moon.
It's wrecking and heart wrenching. I couldn't stop.
You're belongs to everyone. And I was nobody.
I'm not obsessing. It just feel great to have a dream with you.
I'm not crying, I won't. But I feel empty.
And when I woke up.
You're not.
There.