By the same author
"You are the Universe"
"Y̶o̶u̶ ̶a̶r̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶U̶n̶i̶v̶e̶r̶s̶e̶"
"You were the Universe"
My entire thought
And that pain
Was the best seller
Of that time
A revised edition
Theme: How Far, How Close. Taken For Granted
You are close
Just next to me
For noble tomorrow
Light years afar
Don't take writer as taken for granted. Either way they can craft you into art.
To stand on a glass floor
And hear the crack of the ground
To sing your favorite song
And not to hear a sound
To greet a person you love
And have them ask you for your name
To think another an equal
And learn you're a piece in their game
To open you eyes wide
And not to see the light
To walk away from a problem
And later learn that wrong was right
To leave a loved one angry
And remember it was your last look
To discover an object's value
And be too late to return what you took
It was a dark night tonight. It made me realize how many of my actions are taken from fear. But anyway, I hope you enjoy
this heart of mine
weaker and stronger,
every time I try to
my voice is taken
it withers away.
Why do I have to be an option?
I set you as my priority
yet I’m not even in your important list.
Why can’t you be more sensitive?
I always put your feelings first before anything
yet you only think about yours.
Why do I always have to be the one who understands?
You do me wrong.
yet I don’t feel any sincerity in your sorry.
Why do you say it when you never mean your sorry?
You say sorry
yet you do it all over again.
You always take my kindness for granted. But sooner or later, this soft heart will be for someone else and all what’s left for you? Your regrets.
They finally learned how to love me;
I can now feel them care and worry;
And see them giving me attention—how merry!
Some gave me thanks, while some kept saying sorry;
Why do you aplogize, dear crony?
You never did anything faulty
Can't you see? I'm finally happy.
For I can now feel their love for me
As I lie in this coffin, lifeless, and devoid of any vitality;
One by one, they walked in just to see my body
Now I feel like a famous celebrity.
The corners of my lips curled up; smiling bitterly
Wanting to shout and scream so loudly
Why didn't you tell me those words that might have made me happy
When I was still living in this world full of negativity?
But I do know the answer, honestly;
For regret is stronger than any emotionality
Oh, look how much they regret their insensibility
As they lost me, yet learned to love me—finally.
just like popcorn -
those soft, incredible clouds
appearing from what
my thoughts are formed.
out of nowhere,
another pops into my mind,
joining it's fellow corns,
only to later
by people who
i was eating popcorn, then this happened.
My choices are analysed.
Yours are praised.
My hesitation grows big.
You never stumble.
My heart says many things.
Your heart never lie.
My mind wanders too far.
You are on the right track.
My fate is uncertain.
You know how to determine other’s fate.
My life depends on you.
You make the decision.
after all those years
chasing people and hopeless dreams
falling in love with boys
who weren't meant to be
I've convinced myself
things aren't always what they seem
I see six, you see nine
i see black, you see white
I've built walls high above the ground
And I've let them turn it down
and i kept chasing and chasing
hoping they'd finally face me
embrace me and my flaws
they drew their claws
slashing and gashing.
with gnashing jaws
i shut myself away
away from monsters
who embodies my sanity
and I convinced myself
maybe i dont need people.
for the people who tell me why i dont care. this is for u :))
Before you call me patient, maybe step in a little closer;
continue your inspection.
What you'll find is this: my tolerance stems more from letting people trample over me
than from any conscious effort to be kind,
so take caution.
You've become so casual in your continuous disrespect; it's building a
fire of aggravation.
I didn't love myself and I didn't believe I deserved to,
but I'm learning - and I still have a tremendous distance to go - that I am worth much more than
my previous prediction.
Moving on from you seems so foreign. Your loss would be the weirdest mixture;
an excited lamentation.
All I hope is that you benefitted from my so-called patience
and that the world I showed you was a step up from reality - almost like a
temporary life promotion.