Is it too late

The naivety.
The foolishness.

The illusion of being special.
The illusion of this, is love.

The dreams of forever.
Shattered?

The calmness of this realization.
The coldness of the world.

重犯

不期望

不失望

没要求

没心痛

再隐藏

更倔强

Closer. Further.

You are the piece of me, 

I wish i didn't need. 

After the storm

How long is the serenity going to last?

I feel the quivers still.

Ground me. Hold me still.

I need your steadfast promises, as much as they seem too good to be true. 

The end.

I was never good enough.
You were never mine.

I'm sorry.
I love you so much.
So much so much so much.

D-31

Exactly one month left. 

April has brought on drastic changes. 

May brought me home. 

June has been good and relaxing. 

July has been rewarding. 

What will August bring?

A new beginning. 

The start of another school year. 

Another year away from home. 

It is as if I've never left. 

If home where is the heart is,

can you please learn to adapt oh Mr Heart?

We find happiness in the simplest things.

And ironically sometimes, in the absence of things we think matter so much. 

Cold water. Giggles. Company. Laughter. 

I'll miss this. 

Ghosts of the Past

It lies dormant. 

Waiting for the perfect chance. 

Reminding you of its existence,

it's never-ending presence. 

Your ghosts of the past.

It hides beneath the covers,

with long nails waiting to prance,

its darkness waiting to happen.

It lurks within your hair,

it loiters behind your chest.

And when the right time comes,

It takes over the rest. 

Your brain, your mind,

Your heart or your soul.

Or what is left of your memories,

and your blood that has turned cold. 

You fall victim to the same darkness.

Stronger than before.

They say time can heal,

But yet you can't stand tall. 

But through this darkness you must endure,

like all the times you've done before.

The light will come, the pain will numb,

until you breathe no more.