Tell me why the self love I conclude
for you to grow in yourself,
cannot grow within me.
Why I can't be the sun
that radiates the spring
haze on Sakura trees.
Why I can do that to
anyone but me.
I apologise a hundred times to my broken self that's trying to heal,
but it's so hard to not doubt
or contradict the happiness
that sometimes I feel.
Sometimes I forget
that being optimistic
All the time is unreal.
Why in the process of trying to
brush out tangles of sadness and anger and pain,
I'm only hurting myself.
-let emotions be emotions.
There are good and bad phases,
not days.
An emotion can take the power of a season's length or longer to heal,
and that is okay.
