I think it’s quite fascinating
how people continue to
shed out of their destroyed skin
due to suffering and pain
just to become someone
much darker than they were before.
One of my favorite memories made with you:
I’m standing on a skateboard and you’re holding my hand, pulling me around a school campus we’ve never been in before. We’re talking and laughing, conversing, and at the same time, we can hear people in the background saying “Awww..”, or ”They look so cute.” Every time we did, we would make eye contact and smile at each other.
Since I’ve lost the strength to write,
I sit in my room, drink green tea,
and read books until my heart is content.
You wrapped your arms around my waist and rested your head on my shoulder as I read my book. And I ignored you until I finished the chapter.
So you’re accepted. Thanks for letting me neglect you for my book.
I would tell you to hold me in your arms,
but it’d be too much of a struggle.
You’d have to hold each piece delicately
before I fall and you break me
more than I already am.