I will ask for the heaviest rain for today, so that you won't go anywhere, including leaving me alone.

She is loved
by me.
I am loved
by the others
I don't meet and know before.

I am the character in a game of love.
You try to gotcha by purchasing and hope you will get the best character, but I am not over power one you want it.

You will get
fvcking easily dameged
day by day
in your feelings.

Sometimes
people do not care about
who you are.

And sometimes
people care about you
because they have the same feeling with you.

They just want to know
what you feel
but they do not care
what you do after.

You just feel your feeling
by feeling your feeling
day by day
until you do not feel
again
and again
that you are feeling
every sadness
every madness
everything you feel
you are nothing
about you.

Sometimes
you want to die
but dying do not solve your problems.
Anxiety is like you feel dizzy
in your head when you do nothing
but the atmosphere like want to **** you
bit by bit and you feel in your lungs step by step.
Sometimes you feel nothing.
In feeling nothing
you feel you are real.
The real creature that is you.

You deserve to be happy
one day,
and when you get it,
there is nothing
to care again
about what you feel
in the past.

Blossom for a moment in my heart, here,
although things are never certain,
what will be after you bloom fragrant
and beautiful.
Maybe something will come off, wither, then disappear.
Maybe something will be lost, vanish, and never come back.
Blossom where you want to grow and people will like you,
not because where people like you then you have to grow.

I still remember every kisses
she gave to me at the night
fall into my bed
dark with little light
burn it with some delight.

That's a good day for me
because she still believes in nothing.

I burn my cigarette at the same time
before her lips and mine collide in the bad time.

I still remember every kisses she gave to me,
but she doesn't remember that night.

That time has finished me,
but there is no victory.

I still imagine what it would be like if one day I really could have her. Love her so close. As close as a breath of every fresh air I breathe in the morning. Get into the lungs. Then make out there.

It's true that I really want to be able to have, all the things that I might never be able to have.
So naive when we are learning to love someone.
O her face. O her eyes. O her nose. O her cheek. O her lips. O her long hair fell down her shoulders. So clear, that dreams are like reality.
She was so obvious. She was so real, I even felt something beating so fast and fast, like the wind through her hair.
Her smile made everything shattered back together, but no, not every time.

I still love her, that's the kind of love I would have said if she was really here. But she's not here. And I can't say that I love her.

She was so close, but so far away. She's far from my eyes. And she's so far away to feel my feelings for her.