From the brink of existence
life spills over,
you started collecting all the pieces
that are once again shattered— withering.
You started to look at him
through poetry.
Because staring him in the eye
feels too bitter, and it wrings your heart.
The good and the broken things are showing itself in silence.
You are every shades of blue, that aches
that only recognised violent
that forgot tenderness.
Because sometimes, it's not about brimming in confidence.
Sometimes, you just need help to remember
as you tend to forget about all the good things—
it's nice to remember, doesn't it?
But you're just a girl,
strangling out the flowers,
that stinks with desperation and loneliness,
inhaling the bittersweet scent of love.
Too much of your time is spent looking for love
in all the empty places,
in all the wrong people,
at the wrong time.
(It never seems to be the right one.)
The earth started to laughs in flowers,
you started to pray so hard your bones break.
You understand, but you don't— maybe you never will.
