"We are poetically beautiful,
even we're vulnerable and broken."
This book contains of english poems and prose I've written for the past years until to this date. Some are short and some are quite long. I hope you enjoy reading my pieces!
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and i think not everyone gets a happy ending.
some people ask for a little less pain, a little taste of happiness, a little time, a little effort or a little care and maybe, they only ask for a little affection. just like me and you— perhaps the word “us” never fit on the frame. it’s just me who thought we have that, like we have something beyond these fine lines across our palms that’s connecting us. but it seems like i am the only one who felt the warmth and a little intimacy—
you made me taste the sweet tomorrows and ache for the rough edges of yesterdays.
if the wind blew and carry little particles, well, you, you took every ounce of me. and i got nothing but to surrender, as you empty me. my hands suddenly reached for the remaining debris you left; the traces of you was still here, it’s raw and fresh as if days didn’t pass until i was knocked down cold.
it helped me remember that i, for once, was given the chance to met you, only to be wholly separated with you in the end.
i felt something before that you never felt, and i see something in you that you didn’t see in me, because you look the other way while i am staring at you.
i ponder every night why i have to feel so heavy and carry an anchor on my own, knowing that i will plummet again after i unfetter myself from the lonely sea where you left me. and again, i hate you for that.
i hate you because i will have to wonder for the rest of my life why i wasn’t enough.
//. i asked for a little kind of affection and receive nothing but a hole in my chest (pcttro)
