dear basil,

i promise i'll go to sleep soon
as long as you promise you'll smile at me
if you see me in public

i swear i'll fix my posture
if you swear to celebrate your birthday this year

and i pinkie swear that i'll love you
if you always love me back

forever,
basil

dear basil,

you don't have to be in pain
to talk to me </3

i want to hear about your
good days
too

love,
basil

I am in distress
'Cos we still keep trying to have to stress
That we still should rest
While we keep trying to give our best

In a world where you gotta move, where you gotta prove
To people you don't know that you're the best
To hell with the others, it's a test
It's always nothing personal, "I just mean business."

But it's tiring, alright.
We keep saying we are fine
Even though it's outta line
We're fine, should be fine
I'm fine, I'm fine
Fake it 'til we make it:
'Tis the demand of the grind

I am worthy.
I am worthy,
of the smile that departs from my lips in the mirror every morning.
I am worthy,
of feeling fulfilled and confident in this body.
I am worthy,
of affection, gratitude, and respect.
I am worthy,
of this, and so much more.

Thank you.
Thank you for carrying me,
against the wind, the jagged rocks and tainted floorboards.
Thank you for enduring,
the pain, the burden, and heat.  
In sadness and in grief,
I torture you, standing, waiting, depleting you of your vitality.
In happiness,
I dance, prance, shake, and run,
I oversee your longevity, as you harden to sustain
my happiness.

All that's left,
is an impression, an imprint in the sand that trails behind.
Effete and tired,
I thank you, my feet,
for carrying me through it all.

a space, sacred,
free from unwell;

breaking bread
with time's whim,

and explore the unsaid,
of what can possible bring,

or the imagined regret
of an unarrived spring.

i have never tried drugs,
some pills that could make me intoxicated
as i was already high on happiness.
but then i realized,
self love which was the spark
behind my positivity is vanishing.
i was horrified.
it has become a drug to myself
that i couldn't imagine my soul working without it.
my passion needed more doses
of self love, and i couldn't make it anymore.
at that time, i wished—
if self love can be found in forms
of pills and drugs,
then i already would have been intoxicating.
but i never got it.
i thank myself at that time
for stoping myself as sometimes
self love isn't important as long as
you are breathing.
other than your blood, flesh and bones
anything can make you go insane.
so it's better to stay on earth
and stop doing our drugs of different obsessions.

Your heart has grown cold,
This love is bad for my health.
I felt rejected, felt unwanted, felt unneeded so I,
Wrote a love letter to myself.

Darling don't worry be strong
Hold on
You will reach there
No matter how long
It takes, smiles up, cover-up
Be the one who never gives up
Put yourself before them
Be the change be the winner at the game
Be the one who motivates
Be the one who brings the change
I know it dark up there
I know how much hurt you were
But your smile is the best revenge
You see this world has never cared for the weakest
So stand up be the best
Past is past, it never gonna change
But trust me, darling, your success is the revenge
Someday when u reach up there
You look back and glare
You passed all the craps away
You smiled up and thanks to your bae
If you were never been left alone
If he was never gone
You would have never known
How valuable masterpiece you are
Trust, have faith be kind to be fair.
You found your identity that was long lost
In the world of someone else' desire