Your voice causes demulcent feeling
Soothing to my ears, wooly to my skin
But how come you are having midnight anguish?

It causes me torment as I listen to your suffering
No words, only cries
From eyes that made a lot of disguise
And experience so many goodbyes.

We reach midnight, without me giving you concise,
It's like my silence is the only thing you need
And my ears is the only thing you plead

At last, I heard you strum your guitar
You made me listen to that healing voice again,
That conceals so many scars.

I recall our very first meeting
And I caught you depleting
It's like I always see you at your worst
While most of them see you in reversed

You hide it well
You hide it down in nutshell,
I realize my role into your life
That is to be at your side
In the middle of your strife.

Everynight I listen to your cry
In day, Im dissapointed to see you pursuing a lie,
You cant continue like this,
You can't step forward in deplete

You ruin yourself like it's nothing
But cry at midnight because you're empty
You feel vulnerable while crying
You're only honest when there's no anybody

You think I'm your remedy
I'm afraid to say "I'm sorry"
I can give you my presence
But I cannot take away that sadness,

mending you is like giving my own band aid
but you make me realize one thing
I also want midnight cries
Since then, I've been also living in a lie
so i tried to shed some tears
being honest on my own fears
I feel bitter crying out here,
I just wanna forget, not feeling sorry.

You said to me you want to gave up,
I try to cheer even if I have stabs at back,
rough love is my cue
so i said don't be stupid can you?
but to be honest, we're both stupid
seeing you as my mirror feels like a wrathful Coffee,
bitter to taste, a cup of sorrow.

I laugh in retrospect,
Surely life is mocking me,
It's my turn to strum my guitar,
It's your first time to hear me sang
unlike you my voice is deep
It's dead, done from aching
It's not a healing material
Lightless and gloomy,

You think I'm like a remedy
My smile is very dearly
simply i hide my actuality
For I am a dark refugee
escaping my reality

But this is my answer
I'm not a remedy
I'm sick,

You put your band aid in me
we can share, you say,
I smile for band aid can't heal me
nobody can't share my silent breaking.

we became friends,
closer than we imagine,
a relationship at hand

Your cries before, became a smile,
Your midnight cries become shared conversation,
Your now in recovery,

My rough personality become soft
My past is completely healed,
I'm now in healing

But unlike any other love stories,
we experience reality,
I guess we only meet for this two reason;
sharing midnight cries,
mending our broken past
In worst --- as friends.


- a letter from William

©gelatissomo writes