—last year has brought me to you
in midst of my slump,
when i needed a rescue.

—last year i made the deal
during the heal,
i should find the will,
to survive the entire new year,
even if it means i can’t have you near.

whenever i miss you
i close my eyes
and look at the sky
i see you staring down at me
and my tears will slowly fade into smiles
but rare are the moments like these
for most of the time, i miss you and it rains
tears, not smiles

i fell for your dreams
even your most convincing lies
i fell for your truths
your vulnerability at nights
i fell for your curious smile
and your wicked mind
i fell for the honesty
and the words you rhymed
i fell for the wrong reasons
and now i fear to confess

i could be friend, i could be lover,
i could be your heart in any form
anything that keep you from harm.

no rush, no gush
no need to chase after time
as long as your hands hanging there
you can always hold mine.

call me friend, call me lover
i’ll be anything to keep you happy,
anything that will make you less sappy.

he—
is that little place in the universe
where i feel the most comfortable
to speak about love
without any hesitation or fear
of getting destroyed
more than i can bear.

that little place in universe
that makes me feel safer
than wherever i’ve been
in life.

he—
is that little place
i call a home without a roof,
where i can keep my heart shatterproof.

i cut my hair to my shoulders
and things began to change
i thought that i looked much better
but everything turned strange

if i had kept my hair so long
would things all be the same?
would my long locks have saved it all
or am i the one to blame?

Since it was me who started it,
I must then beg your pardon; it
made sense to let my heartstrings
play the tune of your sweet laughter.

But use my heart as your ink-***
and I'll cry tears blue like ink blots,
asking "why?", I'd ask you "why?"
each time you say that we should stop.

Words run wet right down the page;
'til ***** and *** taste the same;
'til black and blue blend just one shade.
I thought love was something that lived just next-door-but-one to hate.

the next time
a boy tells me,
“i love you”

i will respond with
“thanks,
me too.”