May the light that you owe me
Be the flame that ignites
And sets the world I love to ash
Because when it’s over,
We flicker out like fireflies
As the cinders twirl and dance.

I’ll be more than a memory
I’ll be the reason the rain sings reveries
Tattoo tears with every memory
When you’re at your lowest
And the loneliness creeps
I’ll still be there to haunt your dreams
You’ll never be rid of me.

So go into your retreat
Hide within your shell
And cast off to sea
The waves may carry afar
But when you close your eyes
We **** like its cinema
Bittersweet like scotch and cinnamon
I’ll be there , haunting forever.

I would you’d make me salt,
cast my name to the tide,
let the wind bear my ruin
to lands unremembered.

Twice, I split the sky,
unbarred doors best left veiled,
breathed storms where thy light
once lay unshaken.

Yet thou stand’st—
unmoved, unbroken,
a sky unyielding,
a river that takes all,
yet rages not.

Wouldst thou burn,
I should be smoke.
Wouldst thou drown me,
I should be rain.

But thou lov’st still,
and therein lies my undoing.

drive through me leave me bare, abandon me poor

thrive not, heart don't be full
more dis-ease please, get me more out of my essence, moo
me out of my God Given Throne fool,
i belong in the zoo.
show me how bad you can beat me past what I threw
five pieces of glass, my crew
i broke my own heart because i can't stand myself, whew!

i'm now reflecting how best i like my heart, i drool
five pieces of my heart needing some glue.

hive oozing honey stained with poo
i don't know how to nurture my worth so i demand that from you
an impossible feat, i like you prefer a toxic hue.

live deep down, i want more ease and juiciness... but ooh,
that's too much work, i want it on a silver platter, boo!
jive to my disdain you fool,
remind me of my inadequacies like it's in, new
tell me everything wrong with me like i always knew
may my most authentic self never see the view,
die, noone wants to know you, eew!

I hate the fact that your voice gives me butterflies 🦋
I hate the fact that I rush to reply your messages
I hate that I smile when I’m talking to you
It’s a long distance thing
I smile even when you get me angry
Your annoyance makes me blush
Your laughter replays in my head like the lyric of a song I learnt newly and can’t forget
Your voice, a home I found
The way you call me, different from everyone’s

I hate that when your message pops I rush to reply as if it’s something I’ve been waiting for all my life.
Actually it is.

I liked me better when
you hated yourself.
Now that you have found
beauty, I have lost my own.