Him, my utmost void place,
Him, my unseen muttering face.
Him, my fear of losing mates.
Him, my forever go-to place.
Him, my peaceful ocean view,
Him, my uncertainty and suspicion.
Him, my trust and envy,
Him, the emphases, on which I rely.
When I talk about him, I feel powerless,
A girl who’s have been all devoted to a mess.
Don’t owe him, nor his existence in the world,
wannabe lover who wanna excel in her words.
Revealing the world it’s all about flaws,
While having all the awes.
When I talk about him, it an enormous matter,
Unfortunately, will break if I assert,
So keeping hush seems to be better.