how frightening, to forget the lyrics to my favorite song
how frightening, to get lost in a place i call my own
t'was horrifying, not having things under my control
horrifying, being pulled back as i try to crawl

the books were wrong and the movies lied
you weren't a storm, and i didn't cry
you were an ocean silently seeping through my boat
and i was smiling, thinking above it i could float

it didn't feel like 8am on the first day of class
but a 4pm sunset on an empty room so vast
my mind was in shambles, looking for an answer
no word in the dictionary could my heart ever muster

and what was my sheltered being supposed to do
with all that i've ever known suddenly untrue
my peace was shaken, i couldn't move forward
the reality of you has rendered me coward

you are no longer
a lump in my throat
but i still drown
in the waves of self-loathe
cause falling was never
part of the plan
but your presence shook
the grip of my hands

you were the vice
my mom warned me about
but your name will not be
traced in my mouth
cause you may taste
like wine on my tongue
but of all the things i like
wine was never one

so i'm finally going
to spew you out
i'll spew and spit
and puke out loud
you'll leave me like
you've never been here before
and i won't be dragged
back to you anymore

there stood a wall with little splashes of blue
and yellow and red and even black too
but their eyes almost bled, still no one's got a clue
with this much chaos, how should they grasp you?

barely complete, barely coherent
people acknowledged, but wondered what it meant
but those with great patience knew from the start
it's the lack and chaos that makes an art

winter snow fell twice the life of a tortoise
slowly, the colors started making a noise
highlighting its beauty, the sun gives it a kiss
today it made someone smile even during traffic

now perhaps it's okay to be puzzling at first
and lose them with the obscurity of your works
cause only one thing truly gives it meaning
that even with doubts, you never stop painting

it's nothing like they painted in the books,
this thing we call home
where hearts and souls roam;
only throats constantly hanging on hooks

hand in hand at dinner tables, praying;
but what they forgot
was pleading with God
for some patience at 6 in the morning

no laughing under the bright christmas trees,
warm conversations,
pointing stars til dawn;
only tighter grips for a hug and kiss

is it me or them or the books that's wrong?
is home even real,
or a far fetched dream?
because this place feels very far from home

as the lid is slowly pulled off the jar,
murmurs became deafening; near and far.
some claims it to be salt, but i barely believed,
for what i got was sugar; white and sweet.

with its superfine bits brushing through my fingers,
even the slightest swatch, for years it lingered.
no doubt, it was sugar indeed.
so delicate, everyone wanted a grip.

and perhaps, if salt was somehow lost and trapped,
in the wary gentle touches of white,
it neither overcomes nor overwraps,
the very sweetness that reigned all this while.

in this series of vulnerable thoughts,
brought about by the emotions made felt,
it was realized that the ones cautious of salt,
just denied seeing the sugar for themselves.

she stares at her reflection on the mirror
drunk in eudaimonia, she sways to the beat
there she has it, what others try to fight for
there she has it, what the hopeless badly needs

letting the song blast, she leans against the wall
eyes twinkling as hard as the stars in the sky
to both of her cheeks, a strawberry curve falls
cause in loving herself, she's found her own fire

regardless of who was there to hear, she cried
in happiness, in faith, in hope, and in love
regardless of who was there to see, she strived
with soul, with grit, with the freedom of a dove

and though there are scars that would never heal
she'll live and love to see what the world reveals

a mere reminder of a good thing
but turned out good in itself
my mind traversed the ladder
in this prison of high shelves

and boy, was i doomed
for you can't marry a man you just met
but from across that very room
i ached to taste your cigarette

schemed it all until you noticed
my eyeliner and highwaist
soul shaken by the gyrodrop
when our eyes met in the hallways

you made me feel like twelve
in year twenty-two
cause in a vase full of roses
a lilac was you

i watched the seasons alter right before my eyes
as the lullabies of joy slowly said good bye
but to your name, my heart kept playing drums
like a flower desperate for a ray of sun

so i shut my eyes close and begged god to hear my plea
make time stop forever and let him stay with me
"please show me a miracle", i asked for help
he answered, "knowing him was a miracle itself"

on the mirror, was her reflection,
she stared at herself and cried alone.
thought it’d be better if she was gone,
for nobody cared, not even one.

she started punching her bathroom’s wall,
as her precious tears began to fall.
she looked directly into her eyes,
and thought, “my life is a complete lie”.

without anyone hearing, she cried.
without anyone knowing, she died.
dead, was her beautiful heart and soul.
and she’s tired of playing a “brave girl’s” role.

people can not see every scar,
for it can’t be seen by the naked eye.
she looked up but there was never a star,
she became hopeless that she wanted to die.

he's smiling as bright as the sun,
with his hair perfectly done.
matching every steps with her feet,
as their eyes directly meet.

his eyes twinkled as he looked at her,
for she was indeed a lovely girl.
forgetting everything in the world,
cause tonight, it was her who matters.

looking at her as if she's a star;
she seem so near yet so freakin far.
she made him feel like he's on the moon,
filling his beating heart's empty room.

but i do like him, can't he see?
all she is, is who i want to be.
i've always liked him through the years,
though he only put me into tears.