on details
“i might only have one match,
but i can make an explosion.”
when i say i see you,
i see you in details:
when you’re grinding,
when you’re laughing,
when you cut the kuih by the chopsticks,
when you wipe the side of the sink.
when you remind me
to beware of the hot tea behind me,
and when you press the trashcan for me.
most importantly,
when you’re so tired but still bearing with me,
because i am so chatty.
and you probably will never know,
that i am only like that
when you are next to me.
to those who are feeling insecure,
don’t worry.
if you need a bitch who talks,
i will do it for you and say no more.
you’re so quiet,
you’re so calm.
you make me feel over the moon,
and want to wear my purple gown.
don’t know if you’re reading this but in case you’re gonna see it i want to tell you:
YOU ARE AMA-tf-ZING.
(tried my best to swear in lowercase but not in asterisk ain’t no way)
even though we did not work out,
i am still glad that you are around.
i know one day i will let go,
and it’d probably hurt so bad that i am going to fall;
but guess what,
i will stay strong and bold,
as long as i still love you.
until one day, i don’t anymore.
they told me you’re nice to everyone,
i don’t care;
i only care who is being nice to you,
in case there is no one.
