Soft wind from your lungs
Blown by your mouth
Dispersing to my ears
As your words left me in tears

Like melodic bird songs
Full of truth, some I doubt
But then I keep believing
Such words of yours are deceiving

You whisper promises
Like nobody could
Promises I never heard before
Promises my heart constantly adore

Suddenly, it stops
Like a balloon my heart pops

Your whisper promises killed me
No, not me, maybe my soul
You've made a total ignore
Of those whisper promises you can't keep
And here I am, hugging my pillow to weep.

A girl with beautiful, golden hair                  
Waking up early and roasting my hair for days so they think it's pretty
Stylish clothes from designer brands
Saving up money for months to buy some stupid pants I don't like
A beautiful face
Using masks, scrubs, rinses, and lotions to look like this
Do you want me to go on?
Because trust me
This girl has so much pressure
That's not the real her

Did you hear about the story untold?
Where naive goes out and gets sold...

Did you hear about those hopeless men?
Counting the numbers down from ten...

Did you see that cheater deceiving others?
Going around screweing over his own brothers...

Did you see that guy walking heart broken?
All his pain and sorrows left unspoken...

Do you know the harsh reality of this world?
No one wants to change, but wants you to mould...

No it's not the truth when you say

I'm fine


Go ahead and break my heart again.

You labeled the poison
as love
making me believe
this is love  
I hope you cared
enough to tell me
to put on a breathing mask

Love is deceiving: that it can put you into a chaotic hurricane of misfortune yet you will keep being so blindly lucky.

Love is manipulating: that sometimes it becomes an ultimate tool for a person to politically dominates you. It mops your own self-authority.

You'll eventually become controlled. You'll be owned, you'll be toyed, that the presence of yourself means nothing more than just a belonging brought along.

Love is voracious: that it always makes you so greedy for affection, and craving more than just attention.

As the things don't go straight forward with your wish, and you don't get what you hardly need, you'll be left suffocated. You'll gamble your very lack of happiness only to be evaporated.

Love is lonesome: that every night, it will let you so sleepless, envisioning to a constant uncertainty which frustrates you to the utmost.

There will always be a constant battle in your mind that will dig the hollow so deep beyond the control. You'll soon use to the clattering cries and more simultaneous tears evoked.

But the good thing, it will sharp your melancholic soul elegantly: so exquisite that you'll paint your feelings in a train full of letters.

You'll possess the ability to bewitch gibberish into an excruciating enchantment for the woeful lovers. Those are the one whose joy are scattered to a blow of ashes.

- April, 24 2018, 02:23 AM.

Who are you today?

I am
hurt by the fact
you can deceive and love so perfectly
at the same
time
Frightened
by your sublime.

Who are you today?

I know not
who you are any longer.
I do not know which person
I would be talking to
or living with.

Get back to the spirited,
kind and trustworthy constant
that you
once were
before you strayed off
Before your dis-ease
You have a Constant
Like a star,
a knowing
Unwavering
        Please find him
And hold on
as if your life
Depended
on it.

i am speechless

i am speechless at the thought of you
your care
               your words
                                 your smile
                                                         your potential.
bridges have fallen
                            crashed down
                                                  burned
a home ransacked
                             pillaged
                                          put in ruins

my heart melted from blind love

                                    and

your heart remained privately unyielding
                         toxically and stealthily.

i am speechless