burning all the love letters he sent to me
reread some, laughable.
long sigh, bittersweet smile.
no more tears left, refuse to think, refuse to feel.
after all these years,
it’s hard to say if to find a new heart again
this drenched one is not that bad
still beating, nothing really broken.
smile, and refuse to think, refuse to feel.
keep repeating this, on and on
til the day this heart flies to the empty sky,
let this faith dispersed in the air, just like him.
sometimes it is like stepping on thin ice lake
as thin as the heart easily broken into pieces
some evaporates, some back to frozen
holding my own palms, the only warmth
i don’t know how come the weather could be like this
as it reflects my insecure moment right now
to run deep into forest of devastation
or soar up onto the sky of ignorance
if recent hearsay is about people come and go
good or bad, let none left deep impression
when all hands folded, i open mine for myself
the only warmth that won’t betray.