I don’t understand
        why I am afraid
                          of the                                         dark,

It’s not that I’m
            scared of                                                it,
                                                                          
It’s what hides                                              
                    in it.                                            
                                                                          
                                                                          
The lies and secrets                                        
                        we never                                   told,

The nightmares
                         hold                                          me,

Bad choices
              we would                                            regret,

Even the future                                                is  
         not bright anymore,

However
            the dark
                          Is                                              the least of my problems.

To the girl beside the mirror,
How long has it been since you saw your own reflection?
Trying so hard to hide beside it,
not knowing what would you see or who would it be.
Will there be a shadow from the past? or a clear view of future?

To the girl who silently sings her emotions,
How long has it been since somebody listens to you?
People say they hear you but still don't know what to do.
Everyday you explain, but still don't know who or what to blame
Will there be someone to rescue you from this cycle of games?

and lastly, To girl who wrote this letter,
How long has it been since you started this new world?
A world that is covered with sincere words and sensitive feelings.
A world where your life has a whole new meaning.
Will there be a time that you'll stop dreaming?

Just once,


                                   I want someone to be afraid of losing me.

I have never loved out loud.
Afraid that I will speak into existence
All of my fears,
And shatter the reflection I've come to know.

These words, caught on my tongue,
Could tear every stitch I have woven into this tapestry
With such pinpoint precision.
You could unravel me with your breath.

My lips flint and steel, your gaze a catalyst
For my words:
My body is a temple in flames,
I am the arsonist.

A guiding hand may slip:
Armed with a chisel, you could
Destroy this person I have sculpted from the ashes
Which land like snowflakes on my skin.

My God,
I have never felt this way before -
A violent, all-consuming fire.
Extinguish me, leave me in ruins.
The brush of a hand could set you alight.

I lived a petrified life
frightened, and terrified
afraid to love
and not to be loved

I shut everything down
kept the door closed
my feelings hidden
and my thoughts locked-up

It was all pain
full of despair
covered with so much darkness
and a total block-out

The grief of letting go
I am losing myself
when you found yours
in another's arms.