I Want Someone To Look Me In The Eyes

Cursed

I'd close my eyes and I'll still see you

Behind my eyelids, in the places only we knew

I want to run to you, but I am frozen

How you could not see that I am broken?

And I know, I know you still love me

But you long to set yourself free

And though I wish to be your answer

You'd always be the fire I doused with water

And our fingers might touch, but our hands will never fit

We're fated to be strangers, walking in different sides of street.

Bewitched

Tell me another lie

Please, anything but goodbye

You are my poison

But you are also my cure

I'd rather live in your prison

Inhale you sweet and pure

For your taste, I'll now forever crave

I'm dying, but I don't want to be saved

So, drown me in your essence

This is how my soul will be cleansed.

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She left me in November,

And I cried for the whole December

I begged for her in January,

But by February, I lost her completely

Words, Words, Words

I write not because it make things better. I write because it's the only thing I know. And I know it's dumb. Words are very unreliable, yet it's the only thing I could hold on to. It's my rope. I know people tend to break them every time, but I don't care. I'll still hold on to it like its my last piece of thread. And maybe that's the reason behind my brokenness. Because I try to latched on the thing that people barely keep. But I can't help it. Words, writing them down, it doesn't always make everything clearer, but for me, it's the only thing that makes sense. The only constant in my life that I could turn to no matter what. And there's no word for everything. There are feelings and experiences that I cannot fathom into phrases or sentences. But somehow, when everything is fading too fast, and I'm alone and lost and confused, these breakable, limited words became enough for me. Not enough to be fine and happy, but enough to survive. And I hope it'll be enough for another day, because I honestly don't know what to do if it isn't.

Wrong Timing

You asked for love but I got nothing to spare

And you begged for at least a little care

I tried, believe me, I did

I wanted to be what you need

But we're destined to fall apart

I lost my mind, you misplaced your heart

Now, we say our broken goodbyes

Between the two of us, I was the first to cry.