The traces of your touch
Still linger on my skin
The shadows of your memory
Still bombard my thoughts
An infinite loop
Of bittersweet nightmares

Overwhelming
But sickly satisfying
The desire to fight
Turns to plea’s of death
Attempting to end it all
By drifting into eternal slumber

But I always wake
From my desolate dreams
To a living terror
That day by day
Rips me apart

I need you here
Im going insane
So I hold on
To my agonizing hope,
My most precious pain

I want to age
I will not type
'how to look youthful' on google
or buy anti-aging cream to cover my wrinkle

I will wake up everyday
looking at the mirror,
touching my wrinkle,
thanking my future self;
'you have been through a long journey,
thank you for choosing to survive
and face the same hell everyday.'

I will show the world
how proud I am of my wrinkle
as it is my
monuments of survival.

icarus,
fell to the ground,
because he flew
too close to the sun
and got his wings
melted away.

I,
fell to the ground
because I grew
too close to you,
and got my heart
melted away.

two beer towers,
two types of taste,
one felt bitter,
one felt sweet,
beer bears sadness,
beer breaks happiness

the first time I
emptied the tower
was the first time
the beer tasted sweet

drowning in my bitterness
of anger and anguish
dazing over my cups,
why did beer taste
sweeter as it brews
through the cracks of
a shattered heart
and bottled emotions

the second time I tried
to empty the tower
was the first time
the beer tasted bitter

laughing with silliness
of joy and appreciation,
couldn't make it past
my third cup,
why do beer taste
bitter when you're
drunk with happiness
with people who matter.

maybe
when you left
those scars
on my heart
i became
a beautiful poet.

sol,
an abbreviation of solar,
as I hope to wake up
every morning,
shining bright.

fang,
the marking bore,
by the greatest beasts,
as I hope to stand up
to fight fears,
every day.

but as saying goes,
a strong-willed name
cannot be given to
a weak-minded person