That Love

I told a story that perhaps confused you, 

It made you question your worth

Because the story I told is not fitting with yours

The story said the damsel learned how to fight

Alongside with the love that showed her to step

The love that have strengthen her as she walks

It said that perhaps that is the reason why,

Why we simply can't tear them apart

It confused you, because you were there too

You said, "just as when her world is colliding

it's not just 'that love' that is helping her survive, 

I am there too fighting the battles for her"

She knows it and she feels it, 

That perhaps is the curse of the depthness of your love 

It confused her too, how the reality can take a hold of it.

Of Books and Nightmares

There are books that give me nightmares 

The ones I read the pages as if I'm enchanting devils

And everytime he sees me, devastated with the words

He knew he had to ask the question

Why do you still read something that could destroy you?

A song answered, "another version of me I was in it" 

I grin, and perhaps made the enchanted devils shiver

I answered him, to remind me that I'm still human

That I still feel things that perhaps angels wouldn't 

So ask me again, why do I read something that could destroy me

To know that aside from love, I can still feel fear,

That aside from joy, I can know where sadness is from

That I can ask brokenheartedly, why there is such suffering?

To face the devil and have the audacity to grin bigger than him