I have always wondered about you

Hoping that darkness may envelope me

to take me through the light of after life

I always wondered about you

when I lift my hand for begging

in the corner of dark streets

where I'm left alone

I always wondered about you

when my begged hands are manipulated

where strangers hand harrased

my body which yearned to be carassed

I always wondered about you

hoping you may reach me faster than others

while I tried stealing

for my stomach craved a piece of bread

I always wondered about you

whether is it your hands that caress my stomach

which others called hunger.

My first love. We never met. Never know whether his eyes shine while hearing my name or my texts broght a smile on his face. Never know that I was being played until too late. Never forgave myself for the mistakes I done, for him. I guess I never want to be vulnerable with someone again. Love is such, isn't it? Being naked without any masks and filter.