I’m not used to needing people, but then you came.
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Updated 7 years ago,August 29, 2018
Here we go again.
One day were good.
Henri Pham
Like a breadth of euphoria in a butterfly garden.
Then it just falls back to nothing.
Like strangers stagnant and clueless, how sudden.
Henri Pham
Startled, yet I let myself flow on your rushing waters.
Then it goes on.
This dull cycle, it still goes on.
Id get sad and youll pull me back.
When the road goes rough, youll drive it slow.
We took the unfamiliar roads but in you, I got lost the most.
Now tell me, who wouldnt want to keep you?
This unknown happiness is overwhelming until it gets tiring.
Dont you get it?
We are building bridges for nothing.
Refrain me from holding on, it fears me.
When my heart grow tired, Ill let go.
May this be my hardest fall.
Itll wreck me but it will ease you a load.
You stood with me when I needed a voice of reason.
Now I need to hear at least one good one to go.
Am I making sense?
Ill shred this draft to zero if needed.
Or was it me?
Was it just me who gives meaning and hoping that presumably theres something.
Maybe Im too excessive.
Always over the edge, sometimes not.
A little less too much that you cant handle.
Tricky, am I?
Vague and somehow restrained, I am.
This is getting funny.
I planted roses where you grow your grasses.
I thought youd like it but to my despair, you prefer it lilies.
The heaviest heart, I carry.
I made it the hardest not for anyone to break it.
But to you it grew fonder.
Softer for you to ruin.
Look at us stuck on a game of which labyrinth to go.
Both of us are playing but which one really wins?
Here, I am drowning on words I have forsaken.
My greatest sense of depth became my hardest downfall.
Suddenly, Im difficult to read.
The world has become so heavy, mellow-dramatic and more tragic.
Too shallow to be safe, too deep for you to save me.
Im all numb and it hurts so good.
Yield, Ive fallen let me heal.
Suddenly, you caught me by storm.
Or maybe, maybe I am the storm.
Is this the pain of always being your almost?
Perhaps this is it.
I bid my farewell to that something hanging barely there.
