Author: Fangjie

Sometimes clingy isn’t bad
It makes you believe
Some things are meant to be
Kept.

Usually clingy isn’t encouraged
But it’s the most effective
In the times of desperate
Need.

Commonly clingy is associated with weakness
But come to think of it
Not everyone is just as
Strong.

Now I need your clingy
To cling desperately onto me
Like without it I would
Die.

I am tired.

No, don’t tell me to get a good night’s rest. It’s not going to help. I am going to wake up still firmly stuck in my bubble of sadness and exhaustion.

Don’t try and advise me on how I can get over it – I won’t recover. Don’t try and tell me you’ve been through more, you don’t know half of my story.

Let me rest. Give me a break. From life. You don’t even know me half as well as you think you do. I am not half myself as what I show. Don’t try and tell me, you’ll understand. You don’t. None of you do.

I don’t blame that.

I blame life, for playing a joke on me. On you.

I am tired, of life.

Keep hiding, bolt the doors right shut.

Put up a mask in front of everyone else.

After all, you can’t afford to be yourself.

No, the answer simply is no.

Pretend you never noticed this post.

You’ll never know,
How far I went;
Just to see
The smile on your face.

You’ll never know,
The treacherous depths;
I have experienced
Without your faith.

You’ll never know,
The scars I hide;
Pains demanding to be felt
Without you.

You’ll never know,
The abyss I fell through;
As deeply as
How I fell in love with you.

I am contented with –
The looks you give me;
It makes feel like
I am the queen of the world.

I am contented with –
Our interlocked fingers;
Even the darkest spirits
Could not make me feel insecure.

I am contented with –
The twinkle in your eyes;
They shine so bright
Like it was meant to be.

I am contented with –
The way you make me feel;
It’s like happiness
But I am in love with you.

Soft;
The feel of your touch,
Telling me I should never
Let go.

Rough;
The texture of your hands,
Yet I don’t want to
Lose hold.

Submissive;
The nature of your personality,
Yet you make me feel
So possessed.

Lingering;
The taste of you,
Sending chills down my spine
Butterflies in my groin.