Please don't ever fucking touch me.
Please don't ever fucking touch me because I'll snap.
Please don't hug me because we both know it's empty.
Please don't ever fucking touch me until it's to hurt me or kill me.

i'm afraid you won't be able to hold it,
my problems
my tears
my insecurities
my words
my heart
my mind
i'm afraid i will break you...

I'm so embarrassed to even say so
but this morning I got so upset I threw my water bottle at the door and it went everywhere
I haven't done something so irrational in a long time
We were arguing and it was over something so stupid
I don't know why I snapped
but I looked crazy and the ugly part of me showed its face
I immediately started cleaning up
Ashamed and embarrassed of what I had done
wishing that cleaning up the mess would also clean up the bigger mess I had made between us
I know I get angry
I know I have issues
But I never wanted to show them to you
I told you if you left you would never come back
if I'm honest
that's all I'm really afraid of
when we argue I'm afraid you'll never come back or you will leave me
That's a crazy way to think everytime we get mad
but I'm so used to being left alone
I'm so used to being this way
I don't know why I show it in the way I do
I get so mad instead of telling you what I really feel
I have growing to do
I just don't want you to leave me
I'm sorry for making a mess

There are days warring clouds raging in my head,
The hurtful scavengers are gathering large.
The wind howls like cats I'm worrying afraid,
Am I losing myself or am I still in charge?

I’ll keep you in my hands
until you bubble up and fade away
I know that something as
precious you
won’t stay
long enough for me to begin to hate
the clock is ticking,
I know that Time will not wait
for the two of us,
not for me,
not for you,
not for a couple of misfits
of has been’s and too late’s

so I’ll keep you in my arms,
and hold on to you, fiercely,
gently,
I will keep you safe.
I know I come off as a coward,
I admit that I am not brave
still,
I will toughen up,
every hardship I will face.

For you, 

whom I love dearly,
no danger is too great.

and
probably
why i do not want anyone to be
friends with me is that i know
they can't handle me, i am always
too much. i am a handful of
uncontrollable messㅡshattered
bones and pierced soul. because
at first, they would think i got
my life together, that i am the most
stable person ever. then, when
my veil rolls down, you'll see the
horror in their eyes. they'd back
up, slowly walking away from my
ruins for they are afraid to touch
my broken glass edges. no
one's too brave to stay with me
with my broken parts shown.
people always leave. so as soon
i have someone starting to be
around me, i prepare myself for
the worst, for their leaving, for my
loneliness (yet again). and
maybe this is why i do not want
anyone to be friends with me:
they'll make me grow attached
to them, almost trusting them with
my shattered pieces when in
reality, they're afraid of it. they
have always been afraid of me.

Tell the secret



There is an important secret


The frog carried it over his back


He jumped, jumped and soon buried


There was a crocodile that appeared


He was hunter, he was tired


He slept over that treasure


The frog felt with displeasure


He wanted to get him away


He wanted to carry him in a way


That makes his worth safe


He went to the crocodile


He carried him with one hand


He moved him with hand down and up


And he threw him away


Do you believe me?


Do I say the truth?


No ,no that is false


No ,you don't say the truth


I saw the fox hide


Before the big wall


He wanted to attack the cock


But the mouse looked


He came in a moment


He hit the fox and bit


The fox was afraid


He run and escaped


Do you believe me?


Do I see the truth?


No, that is false


No, you don't say the truth


There was a dog


Fearing every one


He blew his feather


To look very big


The lions were afraid


The tigers were disappeared


But a small cat appeared


The dog barked at him


The cat caught with one hand


He circled him several times


He threw him for a distant


He fell in a poor land


His bones were smashed


Do you believe me?


Do I say the truth?


Where is that treasure?


Which spreads the pleasure?


And makes a man rich


That is your mind


That is a gift from your God