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Alaska Young Apr 2017
You left me hanging on a cliff where in any second
I will fall and break
together with my false hopes and half-wishes I made for both of us.
P.S.
Truth already slapped me, hard actually.
Please comfort me with a lie.

Always,
A
Alaska Young Apr 2017
We gave up
knowing that no amount of courage
will win the fight  we're fighting
We gave up
not because we're  coward
but because we are brave enough to let go of what we're fighting for the longest time
And then we realize
we don't have to fight for somebody
who don't even know the war we're facing.
#bravery
Alaska Young Apr 2017
I'm a willing prey
You can devour anytime
I'm weak and old in love
I got dazzled by glittering promise of it
I'm nowhere
You can easily find
But I'm afraid
Behind my weakness and willingness to give out love were somethings I couldn't keep.
I'm chaotic
A storm a teacup can't contain
A willing prey that prosaic predator won't catch
I'm difficult.
Odd.
Peculiar.
And only peculiar of my same will understood me
People like you won't like the way I think
Perhaps you wouldn't want to know what I'm thinking
I'm telling you if you're going to love me, then prepare yourself to a nightmare
For I'm a collection of it
Of dismantled almost
Of misunderstood histories
Of odds and ends
And on all of those is where my demons hide.
Alaska Young Mar 2017
Read between it.
No answer lies.
Not even a hint could survive.
Madness.
Hit the dead end.
Comfort yourself.
Pain is part of the game.
And you can never win.
Acceptance.
Not even acceptable.
Insanity.
I could wait.
Forever if you want.
Even I hate waiting.
Even if you don't come.
I'll still wait.
For the nth time.
Madness and insanity.
Both at once.
Because when it comes to you,
everything happens at once.
Like being danger and being saved.
Like my favorite almost and my biggest what if.
Like living and dying.
Like loving and hating.
And between those paradoxes,
is a thin line
A thin line that sets the limit.
A stop.
A big NO in my world of yeses.
A boundary in what I thought is a never ending madness.
A wake up call.
And the thin line tries so hard to limit my madness.
But it cannot contain my insanity.
It overflows.
Like diffusion.
So passive that it didn't require any aid to flow.
Like it destined to spill and divulge everything I hid.
Alaska Young Mar 2017
Before the sun sets on west
Before it rises again on somewhere’s east
Before the dusk and dawn came
I want to hear you again calling my name
Before the words of goodbye fall
Before the parting demand its toll
Before we reach the finish line
I want to ask, have you ever been mine?

And after all the before has been done
After all the memories had gone
After the ending had finally come
I want to tell myself hey lady you’ve got this one.

— The End —