You are still complaining that my poetry has too many rhymes,
while I have to shut my mouth when I point out your worst crimes.
Why is this so hard to live?
Being captured in the picture I painted, that you are calling your art,
not knowing that you interfere with a fragile heart.
Why is it so hard to survive?
Being two completely different souls, created by the same creator,
and in the mirror seeing two black holes,
filled with fluid that will run down my cheeks later.
Two separated endings, bizarrely meeting
is this a coincidence?
Because I have a peculiar feeling.

Breaking my heart left and right,
silver lies, all day and night.
Thinking that I might be the mess,
and you are the one I should impress.
Without you, I'm left with an empty bag,
even though all I want is just to go back
back home,
where the constant war between my heart and mind is ended gracefully.
I want to go back home,
where I don't know who you are.

But that will never happen.
It just simply won't.
I just know that - so do you.
I just stop pointing out your worst crimes,
and I even shut my mouth when you are complaining
that my poetry has too many rhymes.
Even though my blind eyes are shedding tears,
and those violet blemishes make my under-eyes even more dark and calamitous,

I tell you that I love you.
I do
I actually love the person I wish you could be.
But I want to paint the sky in ocean blue,
so bright and colorful
that's how I want it to be.
But you want to paint the sky in ruby red,
so dark and monochromatic
that's how it should be.

A processed catharsis, you say,
and all of your dirt I need to wash away.
Such a tragedy, me knowing it was all your fault
hands, temperament, and of course, heart so cold -
but still trying to convince myself
that it's my fault your boat sailed in the wrong direction.
The sparkle in my eyes is gone
I see it in the reflection
of the mirror you broke,
and I need to pick up the pieces on the floor.

It's hard loving you;
all you want is more -
Affection,
Intimacy,
Comprehension,
Love addicting like ecstasy,
Cherishment,
Someone to adore,
Fulfillment,
Love so strong like never before.
God, I wish you could treat me like that.
But no matter how many times I tripped and fell,
I ended up with you
a cursed mystery, answer why unknown.
My heart should be treated subtly,
and sometimes I invigorate on my own.
The sun shining above
maybe there is a glimmer of love.
But it doesn’t matter if the sky is viridescent, ruby red, or ocean blue -
I can't just leave you.