she scattered her love
like confetti
only to know
that in the end
people just ignore it
when the good time
is over.

i’ve always admired
the existence of flowers
each one
uniquely beautiful
like every person on earth

and somehow
the more i climb,
the more flowers
i get to see

the pain wasn't skin-deep,
it was like a torpedo slowly striking
the sea
I can see the pain, it goes through me
but it doesn't
affect me that much
I can take more

- my love songs are for no one now.

even in the comfort

of my own house

I never feel at home

it’s as if

there wasn’t home to

begin with

until I found you

but I lost you

so I guess

I’m homeless again