Collision season of ours, it should have felt like strings in planetarium.
I still hold hidden affection in my chest,
Completely enough to fill a stadium.
Filled with patterns of anyone I ever loved, to be a mosaic museum.

Before we branched into different junctions,
If only we had collected more memories, oh the fear of oblivion.
We should've danced just like Mia & Sebastian.
It should have felt like planetarium,
Magical, cinematic, worthy of a scene, 3, 2, 1 - action.

I knew, since the start
True ones don't let you down.
I must praise your toxic art-
Of tricking and blinding what is real.
It almost made me accept the deal,
Until I found myself healed.

And see,
That I meant so much more
Than spending my whole life under your toxic core.
I’m glad that the second I heard the taxi horn-
I got in and got home.
Cried, cooked, and realized:
You're not worth a tear; you worth nothing.
It was then that I grasped-
It was my pure intentions that made you everything.

I already knew since the start:
The true one for me wouldn’t let me down.
Moral of the story?
Good riddance and good lesson.
You're at the age where you should have a son,
And it's high time I took my light back
And became my own hero
When I cannot see the sun.

I still hold onto your fantasy in my head, tight.
Can you feel the memories at night?
Or are you completely alright?
Do you replay every detail in your head, too?

I believed in your potential even if your damage grew.
I realized they were always there, the clues,
A part of me still wants you to remember though, just for the sake of the blues.

I guess there was no way clear,
Your voice's still ringing deep inside my ear.
I know it'll pass and i'd be healed,
But i can't help and peel
My lips, when i think about everything,

Will we ever get closure or just nothing?
Guess i'll get my tea,
sit on that breezy balcony,
And try to do nothing.

i cove my eyes                                   
breathe and billow my way
borne and berthed in dark green fur
it operates   sway of la lune and sea
i hat breath  pat at it deeper and be
                                             silting

I tried touching you

With my fingertips

(But you melted like a mist)

I tried capturing your features

Through half-closed eyelids

And through a keyhole dark

In the night’s embrace

Through a door gap thin

In the daylight’s face

I tried to see

If you were mad at me

In vain

Not a photograph

But a blurry snap

Poorly painted draft

Of your silhouette

In the dark of room

We talk tête-à-tête

But your lips are mute

And I doubt… what’s that?

Is it a cigarette…

Or it's just a pen?

But before I know

I’ll wake up again