I know one day you have to fly. Faraway from this planet we met. 

I know one day your wings will take you away. Faraway from the grassland we lied on.

I know one day the wind will blow you to a place where you want to belong. Faraway from the streetlight you carried me under.

I know about everything.

I just hope. That one day, one day. You’ll give me a pair of wings.

I’ll learn to fly on my own. But with you.

I hope this would last really, really long. 

Maybe when the New Sun is born we’re still as warm.

Why are you so fucking weak?

They said it’s all right. 

There are always more trees in the forest.

More fishes in the sea.

More doors opened for you if you closes this.

But none of them are you.

I don’t need your promises. Because nobody can promise anything that would happen the second I’m typing the next word of this sentence.

and a promise is not called one until it is fulfilled.

I just need to feel secure.

Tell me you love me.

not even forever.

That would save the stains on my pillow.

Tell me you need me.

not even forever.

That would save another phone call to the innocent friends out there.

Tell me you miss me.

All the time. 

Even if you’re not.

That would save another post like this I wouldn’t want to type.

Dear Heart,

this past 3 days haven’t been good to me. 

It’s horrible.

I cry and scream to my pillows at night.

I would grab the bedsheets so tight.

I hit my head onto the wall.

Hoping you would understand me.

Dear Loverboy,

I had a long list. Many lists in fact.

Of the sweetest things I can say and do to you.

But all you want for me is to follow your rules.

But I love you. I really do.

We are all the “what if”s from our past. 

Does that mean you does not want me enough?

Hell. I just played another round of mind game. With none other than me myself.

I want to be your best friend. 

Your buddy that shares your problem.

The friend who lets you see the ugliest side of me.

A sister whom you shower your love with.

A brother you wrestle with.

An angel you might want to call me someday.

But I don’t only want to be your friend.