I don’t think it was a coincidence
that you took my number for your phone.
I don’t believe it was an accident
that my heart made yours its home.
Open-wide arms, stretch marks, and chest,
I fit perfectly i side.
Beautifully flawed, grit put to test,
two hearts learning, growing- collide.
I’m perfectly fine hanging on a thread
and my mind’s at its worse; it’s a mess.
If we were a color, we would be blood red-
Stay by my side, you are my zest.
If we were discovered, there goes the secret
we kept so long under bridges and stones.
If things go wrong, don’t panic, don’t fret;
all the roads lead back to home.
Freckles as stars, avalange, flood gates,
fireflies to firecrackers on New Year’s Eve.
Running blind, mute, and deaf towards barricades-
honing faith, never leave; every night will be New Year’s Eve.
You know I’ve made some mistakes
so have you,
You know I’ve done bad things
you used to do,
You know I get trouble coping
Yet your heart never stops beating
You know I have my temper
and my days,
but you still love me quite the same.
You know I’m not the best
yet you tell me I’m perfect
beyond your dreams.
You know I grow older at each
second passing by
to tell tell me I only grow more
beautiful each second,
Perhaps they were right- we are too young;
Old enough to fall in love, too young to stay in love.
We are young. We are growing, unstable, maturing-
People change; we’re molded with different dents,
But maybe we’re too old to dent on the same end
And sometimes I can’t help it but
I miss you.
We fight, each time under a new flag you charge;
You whip me with your tongue, hands, empty art-
I, so wounded deep, stand to stay strong
To only be chastised for being strong;
And sometimes I can’t help it but
I miss you.
I miss the gracefully dented art
I envisioned you to be.
I miss the unscraped sides I saw-
Or thought were there as they seemed.
I miss your soft clay to bend and dent at my own scratches and flaws;
Perhaps they were right and we are wrong together
But at the end of the day, for how long we shall last, though we’re no longer the same
I love you more to date.
When will I find the one who won’t bring me tears
Who’d only make me cry of joy, whose actions calm my fears?
My heart is cold as stone- alone- away from Christmas cheer
It’s been this way ever since on each and every year.
When will I find my good prince practicing chivalry
Who’d slay every dragon for me, not his own glory.
To have full effort shown, nothing less; to be priority
To be appreciated of while respecting boundary.
When will I find a man who’d chase me through the rain
Who’d stay with me at every step, who’d take away my pain?
I need someone to push me to be better- not drive me insane
Who’d pass my every single test, who’d love my every stain.
[English translation: ]
Being a woman is really not easy,
Wanting to give up, but you can’t give up.
Needing to know everything, needing to be all-perfect
Men of course always want the prettiest.
Being a woman is really hard,
Needig to sit straight, needing to be soft-spoken.
The world cares about womens’ whereabouts and history,
Yet does not care about mens’ actions.
World men and women will never be equal
The society sets high expectations for women,
But when men do wrong deeds it’s okay,
Everyone’s a hypocrite without a loving heart.
His sword, his shield, his cap, his built
His twisted mind; heart without guilt
Rider on a horse as dark as night
Do not be fooled- a thief in disguise.
With you, he’ll ride across the sky,
Beware dauntless princess, pure as white;
Taboo is the full moon- don’t draw near,
Break away when to the moon he veers.
Riding faster, steel forms in his eyes
Tell him to stop, the faster he’ll fly.
Dives into the full moon, clouds your mind,
Kills your soul, leaves you entwined.
His words, his gifts, his touch, his kiss
His promises of perfect bliss
Rider on a dark horse as dark as night
Do not be fooled- an assassin in disguise.
If you choose to take on this battle with me, then please do not give up midway. This war will last for years- perhaps a decade or more, so spare my fragile heart from crumbling to pieces then. If you find that you are not strong enough to continue fighting for me for 10 long years, then you might as well not enter the battle at all. Once you start fighting, please, fight until your last breath. Aim to finish the war.
Someday we’ll know if we are meant to be
Even when right now, we have space between.
One day, we’ll test whether my hands still fit in yours,
Whether my face still finds the curve of your neck.
A long road full of beasts, fire, and thorns
Is the road we travelled on and fell plenty times.
Although you are the nightmare that I love,
There’s still time for you to make a change.
To be mine, you’ll have to work harder than the rest;
But if you past this quest, I can give you my best.
Two hearts must remain true through the dessert march,
A life-long battle with drought, hanging on to faith.
This be the path you choose, equip your heart-
The armor of God you must have for yourself.
Be ready for the enemies, as well as the king and queen;
Their sole princess, reserved for the best knight.
Don’t you worry ’bout others; work on yourself
Let God take over and change your heart
Wisdom can only come from Him above,
And wisdom be what you are to crave.
Do all for His glory; do what is right-
Your princess may wander, but in your arms she’ll be
When she sees you a better man- so equip yourself.
Choose your armor and be wise; the battle has begun.
(Happy 18th Birthday, R.M.K.)