I am thankful for your presence
Each time you’re beside me
I feel like nothings gonna be wrong.

When you look straight into my eyes
I feel like I’m being understood

I may hide and deny
But if you’ll look deeper
There is only you.

It hurts entirely
and to be honest,
it's difficult.
Complaining has been my everyday routine.
It isn't nice to feel like a slave everytime you wake up in the morning
and be prisoner whenever you close you close your eyes.

Though I admit, there are times
I opt to see the darkness,
Because in there, there is escape.

A little hope is burried in my stomach
I don't know for how much longer will it take for it to finally lose it.
But it's there firm and not willing to give up, yet.
Because that little hope loves deeply
It doesn't want to give up.

Each time I hear those tiny voices from a distance,
That hope fights back, it struggles.
Because I think that hope knows me better.

It whispers in my prison
when a tear escapes my eyes,
It  tells me to be still while it sings me a lullaby

And when everything inside becomes chaotic
That tiny little hope reminds me
That the war that I'm into right now,
is all worth fighting for.

It's not right to pity over you
It's not right to crave for your touch
It's not right to talk, smile or even see you
It's not right to even remember you.

Because you've forgotten
Because you've changed
Because you like somebody else
Because you've moved on.

I felt something hard hitting me from behind.
I knew it was something sharp.
It stabbed me down to my spine, destroying each nerves from my craniosacral down to my thoraculumbar,
leaving my whole body numb.

But that didn’t matter,
because I still felt for everything,
and it was so much more painful
from what I expected.

Blood started dripping from my open wound
and I sensed that it slowly traveled
outside my body.
There was some kind of weird heat
as each drop touched the linings of my flesh.

I cried because I knew things will be that way,
and I can never redo whatever damage has been inflicted upon me.

I gathered my guts to finally turn my head
to get the sight of my murderer.
Both of my eyes widen
as I saw your face.
It was you all along.

I wish I could open that door right infront of me
and see a shinning sunlight
that will guide me and help me
towards a better light.

I wish I coulp open my eyes
and see clearly how beautiful
the world have been,
and that it has always been.

I wish I could open my mind
and tell myself something inspiring
to stop regreting
all those times of running away.

I wish I could open tommorow and see the future,
so I could reassure myself,
that even if I couldn't turn back time,
everything will be alright.

I wish I could open my heart easily
the way it did when it was you,
so I could take a step forward
and live a leap of faith.

Talk to me the way you talk to her
Look at me with passion and want
Hold me like your favorite pillow that you cuddle at night
Kiss me like you've never tasted anything sweet
Dance with my body
Dance with my mind
Dance with my soul