i like to write under high pressure
you make me feel pleasure
sweet precious

i like to transform move to dance
old form can make new sense
or be nonsense

opened myself to feel the rhythm
doesn’t care it’s good or bad time
this moment like a shiny gem
stop playing their silly game

trying new like chef cook
paid for everything I took
reading the next big book
she like the way I look

my heart hurts lesser today
and that is good;
perhaps it is starting to feel okay,
or in a better mood

my tears no longer wet my face,
and that is good;
perhaps I am in the right place,
or my mind finally understood
that recovery is not a race
and I should not be rushing
to get out of the wood

Glass in hand, head swimming
together in the gloom
the soft tune of music
and the fear of that ‘I like you’

my screams were so silent I could create the music you like

for you to write something
so beautiful and open,
how many times has your heart
been broken?