i've always been ashamed of my sharp and poisonous thorns, and yet you hold me as if i'm a delicate flower that should be taken care of. i’m scared i might make you feel sick, and you’ll die from the love that i don’t even know how to give.

i am two in one body;
one lives with fear that she will always be a failure
and one suffers with it

it has never been easy
to find the light in the dark sea
to wander blind and alone
to seek what is yet unknown

it has never been easy
to stretch your wings and be free
heart is an animal in a cage
liberty has now become a sorrowful rage

chained by my mind
haunted by my past
my poem and life are not the kind
that gives a colorful blast

despite that, here I am writing
to tell a part of the horrors of living
and to say that it may never be easy
but chaos has a hidden beauty

melancholic hope and doubtful trust
shaking faith, yet values are a must
if life is softly deemed an art
irony is one of its shameful part

it may never have been easy
light and freedom may be hard to see
but if we take life graciously
maybe it won't be as cruel as it would be

two young wild hearts in this ****** city,
you and i have made our own calamity.
a tornado born out of seamless feelings,
both looking for love but with different meanings.

i am hopelessly romantic, a lover with blind eyes,
so i rely on what i hear: good truths and sweet lies.
whatever i can hold, i grip it with my hand so tight;
i act as if your moves and this story are not trite.

so done and fed up, but i stay regardless.
i don't care even if it’s a temporary happiness.
all those smiles and laughs that i had with you
are better than nothing; i'll take a dubious few.

show me the kind of love that makes me question reality.
knowing that this could all be a trick, i still did it willingly.
your warmth and company, flickering, driving me mad,
but baby, just touch me and see that i am still down bad.

he is a boy with time and wanting to have fun;
i am a lady waiting for someone to shoot her with a gun.
he did the hunting, but i gave him the tools and map.
i may have allowed him to set me up in his trap.

bring me to places that i’ve never been;
bring me to life and then **** me within.
silently, i hope for something better to receive,
to be deemed worthy of the real love you can give.

smitten, drunk, slowly losing my sense of value;
i'm quite scared to find myself kneeling before you.
i want to have you for me, but i refuse to speak,
so i let this yearning and hope in my words leak.

kiss, leave, hold, and ignore me; lead me on, and i'm all for it.
the pain and love are something my heart doesn’t ever want to admit.
if ever you're wondering if what you want would make me glad,
my love, let it be known to you that for you, i am still down bad.

and what should i do when i see you slipping through my fingers because i don't know how to hold you anymore?

you're too good to just stay in my ***** palms.

i don't want to stain your water that should be flowing where the ocean is.