False interpretations

What dependency?
You think I need them?
When you accuse me of faults, then you're accusing yourself of faults.
Because I am nothing without you.

And everytime you mistake friendship with dependency,
I wish that you had never conceived me.

Behind the veil

You've always stood in front of your love and your scars,

To both protect and to hide,

And when you loved me,

I couldn't tell whether I'm protected or hidden,

So I lived as your wound,

And hope that you can love me as your scar.

Dark patches on wrinkled skin

Anger,
Was all thats left in that hour,

Death,
Was the simple justice left for scale.

Delayed

I've promised many times that I'll never be like you,
Even when my flaws are shaped like your edges,
Maybe all I am is nothing like you,
Even when loose grips, wouldn't sever our tethers.

Beneath swaying trees,
In the season of fruits,
I fell and skinned my knees,
And you convinced me everything is good.

The passing of an author

I was an empty book,
And you gave me my letters,
And now you're gone,
No matter where I look,
I hope you would still pray,
So I wouldn't leave my pages in shambles.

The curse we carry

As the first corner takes the silhouette of you from me,

Everything about us bursts to life,

And as the comfort of home fades away,

I call out a silent goodbye,

The sincerest me that I'll ever be,

Only for you,

I wish our goodbyes will echo an eternity.

Kewujudan sempadan itu bukan sebagai penghalang, tapi sebagai pemisah. Agar pemerhati boleh kekal memerhati, dan yang diperhati dilindungi dari hipokrasi.

Keindahan itu engkau bawa, dari sudut2 aneh yang tidak difahami oleh seluruh dunia.
Mungkin juga hanya duniaku yang terlalu kecil,
Untuk memahami keasingan yang engkau bawa,
Keasingan yang kau rasakan biasa,
Dalam duniamu yang luas,
Luar biasa.

Dan daripada itu sempadan yang melemaskan aku kian menghilang,
Melepaskan hatiku dari belenggu-belenggu dunia yang kecil,
Walaupun hanya seketika,
Tapi engkau yang berada di luar sempadan duniaku,
Tidak tercapai oleh akal dan jemariku,
Tanpa kata-kata,
Tanpa pertembungan mata,
Telah menyentuh bahagian jiwaku yang paling dalam,
Dan mengajar aku untuk bernafas,
Dalam kelemasan yang aku cipta sendiri,

Dan aku mula faham,
Bahawa tiap-tiap yang indah itu berlainan bagi setiap insan,
Tetapi kesannya tetap sama,
Bagai orang lemas menarik nafas pertama.