"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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it was nothing but a false hope that you, at least— loved me.
only to find myself lost in the middle of nowhere, pulling me against my will. we are like magnets and struggling against resistance is such a waste of time because for some reason, i can’t beat you. i can’t suppress the sensation you're making me feel in every millisecond that i almost forgot how to breathe.
but where did i go wrong?
i love you as certain things are to be loved; with honesty, sincerity, and between the veiled flaws and the soul. perhaps, the idea of loving someone kicked me out of my sense until i can’t handle it anymore. i once seek intimacy, a couple of times, but it’s now vanishing right before my eyes.
everything has turned into shambles that whenever my feet touch the surface, i can clearly hear my bones rending with strange cacophony; as if i was about to puke out all my guts. all of my senses are gone, and the shackles in my chest are now filled with rust. the air is no longer whispering its secrets and the remaining memories are slowly evanescing like smoke.
i tried to keep my space; i throw a rope for the safety of him from the depths of shore and yet here i am being hauled away, heart-first into the breadth of his deceptive contrition and deplorable dishonesty.
this isn’t right. this is not my ocean, and i shouldn’t be here.
//. maybe it’s time for us to let go and begin anew pcttro.
