You loved me together with my scars.
Scars caused with pains and tragedies.
You loved me on the nights when I did not even love myself.
You were there to nurture me, to nurse my wounds.
To stop the bleeding, to give me warm hug and sweet kisses.
You loved me the way I should be loved.
You loved me with my foul mouth and short patience,
Like you were enjoying staring at me when I start to get ******.
You loved me in my morning moods as the way you loved my calm nights.
I get to use with it. All of it.
It was beautiful and surreal.
And you did not stop loving me until I stopped.
I created this small universe excluded you.
I started to walked away from your begging.
I turned my back with your pleading.
I hurt you, I left. I was never contented of what you can offer.
Until you get tired and I’m regretting.

Like fireflies we burned so bright,
Hope eternal, life inferno
Through the darkness of the blackest night;
We blazed our trails yet now must go
To that place in which we rest our wings,
Humbled, quietly troubled
In reverence to the King of Kings.

So fierce the flame of ageing man,
Regrets eternal, death too certain
Burns up those dreams and best-laid plans;
Leaves just the ash of our untruths,
Fading, sadly aching
For that firefly light burnt out for you.

TS Lefort

You might be quite bored
But don’t make the same mistake
Do NOT dye your hair

I stay awake through the night
Listening to the incessant rain.
Might as well turn on the light.

Time for a trip down memory lane
All to the rain’s beat
You’ve been there, need I explain?

Down this path, I stroll with weary feet
I know the memories waiting to make me cry
Must I keep going down this street?

I want to bid the past good-bye
Rise to an unfathomed height
Reach for the blue sky

But that’s not happening, right?
I stay awake through the night.

What if she listened to me?
What if she took everything seriously?
What if she knew I would be a mess without her?
What if she wasn’t selfish?
What if she could be saved?

It’s hard to see this world when you don’t want to see anything in it.

The only thing you want is to make this world less scary.

But this world will never give you the second chance to make everything right.