I am not alone now every 2:15 a.m
You meet me somewhere in between the stars and heaven
We tell stories without hearing our own voices
Or tell stories without seeing the twists on our faces
Once, we've thought we're only fooling ourselves on April first
But the rest of the twenty-nine days proved it was never
Not lying, never fooling, only falling to infinity until forever.

How well did you
   bring in some kind
   of sweet sorcery?
That one of a kind
   which drifted
   my soul
   towards yours.

How well did you
    unconsciously paint in
    some kind of magical hue?
That one of a kind
    which decorated
    a rainbow
    to this seemingly
    real-time inferno.

How well did you
    create in some kind
    of spring wonderland?
That one of a kind
   which woke up
   the lifeless butterflies
   in my stomach
   to take off for
   its next flight
   but never in solos.

But how well did you
   come from the stars?
Those stars
   which I still couldn’t
    fathom further into constellations.

And somehow,
   you did calm
   my wildest
   wandering thoughts
Reunited
   my scattered love visions

I keep secrets
I hide pain
I bleed silently
I die each day
Nobody asks if I'm okay
I cast perfect pretense
I curse
I plan revenge
I smile
I'm born again the next day.