Today, yes today.
I found something new about you,

Those philosophical thoughts of yours keep
repeating the same *chains-rhymes, that circulate
in the air - showing me
that you are that worth;
to keep, to treasure for.

When those sparks of fire arises,
Let me be the water,
To be the tranquility of yours, to deliquesce you.

When those 'non compos mentis' thoughts of yours emerge,
Let me be the scholar,
To figure them, to decipher them for you.

However, the truth is my love,
Even after breaking those codes,
Smashing those unbreakable walls and barriers
of yours;
I will never fully understand you,
as you yourself don't.

The thoughts of me not having you;
disrupts the sea within me,
destroys the fort within me,

Sayang (read:love),
those inequalities of ours should not be
the river that separates two lands,
the wall that separates two nations,
the line that separates between black and white (even the grey exists)

Promise me that you will
bare with me, will you?

*Even promises are meant to be broken.

Maybe you don't have the eyes that see;
how your love have caused me to become blind,
turning me to be unbridled by others' thoughts.

Maybe you don't have the ears that listen;
how your love have turned me to become deaf,
unconstrained me to be suppressed by these feelings.

Maybe you don't have the mouth that speaks;
how your love have caused insanity to consume me,
and how the love of yours turned out to be
so cruel yet so mean to
eat me alive obnoxiously.

but however sayang, (read: love)
you have that one precious thing in you;
the only thing that is worth my fight for,
**the heart that loves.

How could I not be grateful enough?

For all those disgraceful sins have I conducted,
For all those infamy moments have I omitted you,
For all those ignominy of seconds, of minutes, of hours,
that have I excluded your presence,

I should not count, for
the enumeration of them itself is not,
commonsensible.

Yet, you gave me everything that I wanted, dying for.

Oh God,
How could I not be grateful enough?

I could write an entire encyclopedia of my love for you and you still wouldn't care.

You built your wall of
insecurity and heartlessness
so tall even you're trapped in there.

You built your house
of problems and madness
so huge even you're lost in it.

Those barriers you built, those bridges I built.
Were never enough for me to cross the shallow
river of the sadness, that you solely created.

I am never good enough for you,
I am never perfect enough for you,

For you a mere perfectionist looking into the kaleidoscope
of the world through diamonds of errors and colours of wrongdoings.

I hereby stood watching you from far away, making my own heart saying;

"If you repeat a word over and over it loses its meaning.

I have stayed up countless nights repeating your name hoping that you will mean less to me with each breath."

But I was wrong, never a right on you.

Those words of yours make me nearly
forget the world and its problems.

They told me that they were not lying,
That they were very very true.

I'm scared to fall deeper.

And how the other guys trying to get hold of you.

And how your grip grows weaker every time others come closer to you

Yet i am here standing, like there's nothing happening.

Those stories of the past- yours and mine.

Folded in the books of magical wonders, wondering to be opened by the future.

Reading back those memories, literally.
Remembering back those moments, that we have should cherish.

But now, everything is the same. There is no you in us.

It will be always me, and only me.