Treading baby steps,

I cannot walk very far.

I learn to give cautiously,

trusting slowly.



I don’t quite believe you,

Can I really believe in you?



The soreness will hurt again,

if you touch it;

You have not proven a balming embrace,

And it hurts just for you, only you;

I know I won’t put myself through that again.



It even meant putting aside my love.

Careful now, if you care at all.

Any transgression will be threat;

I become a wounded, bleeding creature,

lashing out in any way to make you stop.

I don’t have moment’s breath to care

whether or not it hurts you too.



Without your hard-earned trust, I will make you stay away.

And we would remained trapped,

for such is the spiral of pain.



I take baby steps,

are you sensitive enough

to touch her skin?



I saw you rubbing her leg.

I caught you touching her hand.

I heard you really scored big—

What a boast to be so inhuman.

And screws make the best companions, riveting…

Imagine—would you love the touch?

How can someone like you even vaguely comprehend Love?



What will I see next?

I doubt you and me.

Oops, you slipped selfishly.

Not again.

No_More_Pain.

I need to leave.

I won’t live like that,

drowning, drowning.

Adieu—Where are you?



The greatest challenge in my life,

Is that I kept loving.

Don’t take it for granted,

Maybe I’m as selfish as you.

Ah, the Wounded speaks thus.

I know I’m better that you.

Again, pain uttered.



Just walk away, and let go,

a part of my life no more,

no more pain;

It wasn’t supposed to be this impossible.

What is?



Mr. Ugly-Inside, Hateful Spirit, How could I have ever cared for you,



I know you hate me.



What else could explain?

But for Beautiful Love,

I remain…



When you deny a woman her free-flowing tears, she cannot release, connected to Love, and life with you becomes Hell. Do not despise a woman for begging and feeling, you will surely remain scorched, burnt in desert under an unending sun—your anger. Maybe you need to welcome the cool, life-giving rain.