let me hold your face with both of my hands and whisper into your mouth all the secrets i wish i could scream out to the world

Isn’t it funny,
The happiness we pretend to have
Is the very thing
Holding us back from living.

I am extra motivated when it rains.
Not because the sound of it hitting my windowpane
calms me.
Not because it gives me more time to think.
The motivation stems from the fact that most people don’t like the rain.
But the rain doesn’t care.
It doesn’t mind what others think.
It still falls
To serve its purpose.
Maybe I can too.

I wonder if I will ever find love in this world of hate.

We had a fight
In the airport
Before five minutes of his flight
He hugged me
Like a fabric hugging an ice cube
Both can’t feel anything
Saying goodbye wasn’t hard
Saying goodbye this way is what broke my heart.