I give up
Took a step back
Let things happen
Maybe it'll lead me to something.

I opened my heart
Thoughts pass through
Like an old river
No rush, we'll get there.

truth maybe is that,
that I don't have the guts
to stay present, hiding
from the pain of the past
to the comfort of tomorrow

I found my truth
What a hard pill to swallow
That I made the right decision
Wait, am I relieved?

No? Not yet?
This isn't it.
Prove me wrong.
Just this once.

Prove me wrong
Because I hate being right
Prove me wrong
Will you?

I’m a little hurt but then it’s okay — better  I guess. A little then I won’t be what I’m afraid most. Even if a little isn’t the only way.

Couldn't lose to another end.
And then you said upright,
"You are my friend
more than someone I like."

It’s funny how I like the way I feel after losing you. It’s not morbid nor greedy.

Time passes
I stayed stationary
But it won't stop for me

silence echoed
thriving on survival
I'm afraid I just began
Who am I to leave this world
anyway, gasping for air
full of shame, just ungrateful
was it the lack of expression
brought too much guilt
i can feel it in my back
i haven't done my best
yet im already tired
unreal, unsure, uninspired
i couldn't own this space

i was never meant to be surrounded with many people all the time
i was doing my best, made it easier for them, harder for me
and so im seeing its worth but i can live without it
and so i rot inside hoping still hoping i wont affect them

You don’t simply sustain love
It’s not poetic but it fuels mine

Apart from grieving my old self - that I liked, I’m mourning for my present self for trying to **** and reinvent itself, a dozen times within moments.

you weren't even looking for it
yet you found the right book
liking it more than you expected
now you read like you owe it

for the lost time, maybe
questioning the timing
craving for more, you indulge
answering its questions

getting to know yourself more
you never thought,
how can a book connect,
and show your reflection

in many ways you couldn't imagine
of all the books you could choose
your favorite book owes it to you
for giving it an interest, a chance

for the attention
almost undivided
an ordinary book waiting
to touch even just for a single life

you flipped it open
patiently waited
carefully thought of it
and appreciated it

this book served its purpose
you could go back at it from time to time
it will be  right there lying around
you won't even need to look for it

you know where it is,
the pilot book, that made you read more
you would have discover a lot of books then
realize how unique and equally beautiful they are.