I must say,
that you have the bluest eyes I've ever seen
and you look beautiful.
No matter what others said to you
before me,
I have to say,
"You are lovelier to me."

On the radio
two DJs are arguing over some girl's problem
with her bossy boyfriend
as I sit right next to you.
It can't be a coincidence
that I'm hearing this sobbing story of
random girl
when my glistening love starts to appear.

I should've said to you
that I'm really glad to meeting you
before I show the miserable side of me but
I can't handle myself
from holding into heaven
of muttering
because you simply are the prettiest girl
in my little universe
and if I have one foot into your space
I"m afraid,
the walls between us starts to pile up
till I can't see your gorgeous face
ever again.

Writing poetry has changed me a lot
since i became a subject of the material,
and my words are more fixed and flawed
than myself.

They flow from line to rhyme,
stabbing me into the heart
a hundred pages of thoughts
is spinning so fast
that i can barely catch any of it
if it really means
a lot to me.

It is as to flood me into downpour with it
from the Sun
yet the typical look reflected on a mirror
reminds me of who i really was
and nothing can be re-written from a history.

No roses can blossom without a rain, they said,
like they babbles up themselves to say
in front of enemies
that every petals are new-born warriors
and
the rest of  the past was the biggest blur
as if they were dropped directly into
a wrong time, at a wrong place,
like it's made by fairy tales.

Such a coincidence that I ran into you on my way home
I thought you would never miss me again.
It's good to know you care about me.
God knows how lonely
it can get when I'm at my darkest corners of my mind.

I've been lost on my path
for a very long time
I've been ripped off my soul
as fresh as cherry blossoms
and I've abused myself
since the sun became the moon.

This frozen heart of mine would go palpitating
if I knew how much nights you slept to cry
when I'm at my absolute worst
but you left me trembling.

I've taught that everything swings into action
but never told why.
how can I suppose to say
to "never give up"
but sometimes giving up and letting it all go
is the best option I've got
because I realise I'm wasting my time
and all you lot hungers to please and
serves to your Masters,
lying to my face.

On champagne supernova,
we are all losing in faith
and now you're telling me
that I'm entitled to live with a certain set of mind sets,
circumstances, but rather with a certain set
of attitudes.

I'm to devour for everything,
and nothing and
it's almost time for you
to see what's in my mind
yet ironically you never even replied me back
and it seems you don't want me any more.

Go miles before I fall asleep,
slumber in my nightmare, that's all you will get.
I Surrender.

Waking up next to you
was my favourite thing
in the world.
you think i'm just winding you up
but i know you're the prettiest person
i've ever seen
and seeing you every morning
was my ecstasy on my veins.

You were so real, so beautiful.
it only proves to me that i'm still
trapped in you,
willingly,
only for you.

I don't know how to win you back
but i know that i won't be around you any more
since i broke you heart to pieces.
It's silly to ask but, come back to me.

I have scars and bruises
in places where you'd have to
know me better to notice them.

                      On the corners of my heart,
                             in the ridges of my body,
                                   fuelled by my dark thoughts,
                                          engulfed deep into my soul,
                                    
                            
                                          they are all here.

They are very different,
as you might see,
because all of them are really
close to who i am;
every atoms of me,
and
                            every time I love too deeply,
                             or care too much,
                              too clingy, you know,
                               they re-bruise
                               and re-open.
                                  
Some people just know why
i always have so much armours in me
and dress up in colours
                        to bandage them up,
                                                
            ­                                                       and it terrifies me
                                           no matter how much i told them,
                                                                           they are just
                                                         passing   by.

i am a fog
because people always gone
missing

it might seems to me
because i became too paranoid to be friends
or i push them away first
but little do they know how i miss
to be around, just
roaming the streets,
having some fun
like even though it is silly

i know
i am a ridiculous person and
how lonely i became
from being a people person
to this rock bottom

i've never blame to anyone for losing sights
as close as they get
but can you
imagine
how thin love can be..