i promise
the next time i write here
it'll be a happy poetry
not a broken one

:)

part of choosing me
is letting go of you

you used to be a stranger
and now,
you're becoming one again

if there is one thing I owe to love
that is poetry

whether I'm loving or hurting
it made a poet out of me
and I couldn't be thankful for
having to weave these feelings
into words
and gave it to the world

the thing is
i don't know if it's my ego hurting
or my heart?

how do you know if someone's indifference
really hurts you?

all these conversations i made up in my head
just to fill up our lost communication

if the choice to die
was mine to make
i'd probably dead by now