I'm still so fucking broken jeongguk,
my soul has always been a broad structure
of torments dancing in shrill quakes
and with suicides resting
ever since i came to exist
but it all got worse
i became much sadder
and desperate
that i could fucking
tear off the skies,pluck stars and
swallow galaxies
just to stuff them in you
to fill you again,
to remind you of us again.
i'm crumpling my love,
i feel like i'm about to burst
ready to throw all lights and flames
and wasted love
am i a dying star now?
i hope you don't find a new one yet,
'cause i still count right?
somehow
