I wished for too long
to live in a space
built especially for me
where I could stroll around
and stumble upon my
innate favourite parts of living.
A place, different shades of hues.

And I did,
did live in that space;
every time when you weren’t asleep.

Darling, open your eyes;
I want to come home…

To have already extended
My hand yet
about to be renegade.

They said my heartbeat
could be heard
from even the deaf man’s stupor.
"smirk ” – only when my mind envies and my heart overracts

I don’t neglect a heroine’s
basic nature but
luring the hungry
to my plate of desperation
and leave a breath.

They said my eyes narrate temptation
could be a wishing you well,
Would never turn away
Knows to capture
yet forever one-way street.

Do I play, do I? ; "giggle "

The season when air is frozen,
I was told then I could flatter my lashes.

Why do I need their eyes to tell me
Forgiveness is gateway
to seeing myself shower
under midnight rain?

What I want, against
What they want…
"mumble"

Truthfully, hurt has
a charming tone.
It would take my heart
to dance
and leave it heaving.

Now I do wish
running were an
intimate act.

_ To disfigure illusions
so thoroughly…

I tended my first broken
exuberance,
Found the future stood
pensive,
till I proclaimed my heart
outrun.

I made a vow then,
to take the name of one
I could hurt evasively.

_I learned I could be weak
in the face of my own voice.

Inconsolably, I picked
the habit of pacing
through my cries…
till they reached a lulling hum.

Where does it end?
My dress has been
shedding petals
Not long now, I’ll be naked.

I think of your smile
and my heart’s wide awake
This feeling, only from thinking
Of you tells me
If you stood before me
I’ll not say much
But I’ll not be able to look away.