Let my love open the door to your heart Let my love open the door to your heart
“Garden of Earthly Delights” by Hieronymus Bosch
it’s ironic how my lungs still crave for a breathe of nicotine. how my throat longed for the touch of alcohol when all it ever did was to ruin me from the inside out.
just as how i missed you everyday, it’s a one step at a time until my body adjusts to the emptiness and recovers from the damages, until then, i will bear desolation.
True love never sails on smooth seas
It goes thru tempests every now and then
It all depends on how you want to take it ahead
Whether you want to leave the ship and run away
Stay there and face the storm
True love never cares for distance, time, problems or any issue.
It only cares for the heart on the other side which is beating for it.
you tell me to just spell it out,
as if the things i need to scrape
from off my chest,
are so easily expressed
in syllables and letters
from an alphabet.
you swear to me
you’re not one to judge,
and even if you’re not
that doesn’t mean
you’re someone to trust.
but i guess i’ll risk it anyway,
‘cause it hurts to think
the things i think
and it hurts to feel these things
and have them never fade.
you see, the wrong things
seem to slip away,
i lose a lot of pieces,
i lose so many parts of me.
and every loss inspires change
but not every tweak
is something great.
mostly they’re just extra cracks
and i feel like I’m about to break.
- “spell it out”
Tonight i will fall asleep
Crying my eyes out
Just like I’ve done
The past 3 nights in a row.
It’d be good if someone actually asked me how I’m doing. My mind is exhausted of wondering whether every person I care about is okay or not.