People tell me I look like you

You, who bore me on a balsamic moon.



You said life was no easy for you


So you try to amend the past with me.



You guided me through and through


But kept haunting secrets only you knew.



You would suddenly hug me at night


That I had to breathe because it was tight.



When I had to leave for my dreams


Your eyes looked so painful and in tears.



You wanted me to stay in the nest


But I was stubborn that I still went away.



I said I wanted to live the world


But you said the world would eat my heart.



Remembering those days still hurt


Whenever you would send me your letters.



And that I realize that you’re right


But it was just too late to turn back time.



Time when I was still in your arms


With the peace I never found with the world.



How can such a simple single word


Mean so much to my whole existence?



I pray time to be merciful to me


So I can finally utter the words ‘forgive me.’



My life is a series of pain

Often the first people I meet

Were always the first ones to leave

Like a wind that just passed through.


It still hurt, yes, I ask myself why

I am always placed in these fateful encounters

Going through the circles and cycles

Of betrayals and of putting knives behind one’s back.


Often the first cut is the deepest

A slow torture that cannot be easily forgotten

Replaying like a movie in my head

Haunting my very existence.


It is almost always hard to let go

Oh, I will always know when

It was time to move on

I hurts to always say the last goodbye.


I form attachments I know will hurt

Full of bruises yet still unbroken

Full of false hopes yet still faithful

Until I had to put up a wall.


So now you ask why I was slow to trust

Now you ask why silence was the only thing you got

Dear, there’s more to silence than meets the eye

It speaks in volumes the only little forgotten things that matter.