Expressing sentiments

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Honesty

I ran my hands through the air, and then I felt that cold sensation.
Smile for a moment; you know, days without me are already a clarification.
These past few years, I haven't been on my own.
I have friends who bombard me with questions and show me their frowns.
I am blessed, and I should be happy.
I can't have what I wanted, but still, I love me.
I know what I want, and I can't have it.
It saddens me, but I don't want to throw a fit.
Realizations were always there to corner me.
I flew off from different scenarios; leaving you isn't a victory.
If everything was a game, it would be a shame.
I'm not in need of being tamed; that could be lame.
You don't need me; save yourself some trouble.
Let the truth set you free because my honesty wasn't meant for your world to crumble.

Regret

They say "You deserve what you tolerate".
I said "okay" when you wanted to leave, but honestly, you don't have to accelerate.
If everything is for show? Why do I have to carry your dismay?
Disheartening young lady, where should I lay?
To regret something is to determine that someone truly cares.
I left something great for my very own interest before the fanfare.
I don't want to mourn and hang out with sorrow for too long.
But just to forget you, I did a lot of things that I once considered bad and wrong.
November 5, 2019, at 3:11 p.m. was a long time ago, but I still remember the entire flow.
My plans are still through, but 2022's March-November incidents weren't a show.
This isn't new, but with you, I don't regret anything.
Since I failed, I've been stopping myself from wanting something.
Surprisingly, your parting words were true and kind of useless.
Who cares? No one knows; I'm at ease, and everything tunes down every time I take a rest.

a piece of me

I hop on different memories because some parts of me confuse the realities I believe in.
Afflictive pieces of me helped me get here; it wasn't by pure luck or a whim.
Honestly, I don't have any pride in my own hard work.
To my own self, I was rude; she was mocked.
You get over some past emotions easily until you decide that you still have feelings.
Back at it again, due to some early events, I skipped the greetings.
Whether I had a separate opinion or a dissenting one, I only had limited words.
The tearing past was recalled by music: connections that I can't help but cut off; I don't want to live the rest of my life figuring out your standards.
Specified value, I know my whole was just a small portion to you.
I broke the entire process because everything was fixed, and then I lied to be true.
All of me is a small piece of the people around me, and all of you were a piece that I desired. "First love never dies" is a myth.
I once built a tower of plans and goals, and I included you as someone who carries a piece of me; you were the person that I aspired to be with.

Conductor

Time flies, but not my undying adoration for you.
Speaking of colors, you knew that you were the entire hue.
From "appreciating hue" to "a piece of me," you are my never-ending subject.
The muse "was my muse," and my sentiments for you are a lifetime project.
I'm not your writer or someone else's creator, but I am my own conductor.
From being your standard and someone's best, I resigned.
I was in charge of everything until my overflowing consideration drained me and I was forced to redesign.
I did improve a lot and gave people a lot of chances, yet I was far from better.
I knew you for too long; in order to move forward, I restored my confidence, but deep inside, I was insecure and bitter.
For the past few years, I haven't been lost, but I have kept looking for myself.
I resisted regret, and I unconsciously ignored the peace that I had already felt.
I wasn't in control anymore, and I kept questioning my own resolution; our whole performance was in vain.
Led people, but everything is dull; from your essence, truth, and existence, I am chained.