What do I tell you- my dear,
When there is so much I cannot say
I wish that I can send it all while I still here

Can't you just, for once, meet me midway?

I give you all and it's not enough

I give and give but never take
Being with you and yet so lonely- is so tough

Are we, like what others say, fake?

What am I to you?
A toy? A playdate? A pushover?
Are we together, I have no clue
I am a pushover, over and over.

I am tired of this love
I will leave- I mean it
I am not a thing to get dispose of

You underestimated my wit .

My dearest dear,
In the midst of chaos
I found peace.
In the midst of hurt
I found willpower 
And in the midst of all my hope will never cease
In the midst of all, my blooming flower remains to flower.