You told me once that I am an open book,
Letting you discover every chapters,
You told me you were mesmerized, so you continued,
But then you've learned my darkest secrets, that scared me the most,
And sadly, you were horrified by the painful truth,
You can't even meet me in the eyes,
But it's clear that you are screaming inside,
You couldn't take it for too long,
That's why you've decided to tear every pages that bothered you.
But why?
Why would I still be in pain?
When you already found your sunshine in the rain?
Why do I keep myself in vain?
And still waiting for something to gain?
Why can't I be the artist of my own art?
Leaving every colors and shapes.
How can a mess be a masterpiece?
Hauling every part of me to cease?
Why did I let your waves destroy my boat?
Sinking fast,
Until I reached the ocean floor,
Waiting for you to hoist me up and let me surf once more.
Why can't I let go?
Clinging to the memories you've left?
Why?
Why did I ever let you in?