I look in the mirror
At my brave smile and patchwork heart
I'm done with the hurt. The pain.
I'm finally starting to feel sane
And I'm ready to move on
Until I see your face again.
Your face, dangerous like sweet poison
With ecstasy like black Nicotine
And my heart stops beating for a while.
Your face
With yellow clarity like fresh pollen
With thorns as sharp as roses'
And the hairs on my skin stand up straight
perhaps in fear or hate.
Because my heart has been broken once
And it might just get broken again
into a hundred thousand pieces.
~Ridhwan
