In English, we say,
“Can I be a child again?”

But in poetry, we say,
“Take me back to when
I didn’t have to think about tomorrow before sleeping,
To when I could smile without reasons,
To when failure wasn’t a thought,
And to when I acted freely,
Without hesitation or fear.”

I wonder what it feels like to love and be loved in return.
I’ve never experienced love
not the kind of love that runs deep.
I’ve had a number of crushes, but none have fallen that hard for me.
It makes me wonder
am I good enough to be loved ?

I hate the fact that your voice gives me butterflies 🦋
I hate the fact that I rush to reply your messages
I hate that I smile when I’m talking to you
It’s a long distance thing
I smile even when you get me angry
Your annoyance makes me blush
Your laughter replays in my head like the lyric of a song I learnt newly and can’t forget
Your voice, a home I found
The way you call me, different from everyone’s

I hate that when your message pops I rush to reply as if it’s something I’ve been waiting for all my life.
Actually it is.

I’m sad
I don’t want to, but I can’t help it.
The year just started but I’m sad already
I don’t want to be sad
I love happiness, but I’m sad

They said I’m vulnerable,
That I always apologize.
Even when I’m wronged,
I apologize.

I know I’m vulnerable,
And people use me a lot.
They think I’m not aware,
They handle fragile hearts like glass, cracking them without care.
Because they are weak and easy to put aside.

People know I’m vulnerable,
But I will never let them use me again.
I will stand up for myself,
Say no to things I don’t want,
And caution anyone who tries to mess with me.
I won’t do anything I don’t like for anyone,
I won’t displease myself to please anyone.

Because I’m vulnerable, not stupid.