i met you past half of time
when i was offering a soul
after i passed my jealousy
from someone else.
i met you past half of time
when the wind was lukewarm
and when my soul decided to be of
the same so that i might be saved.
i was fine when you met me
after leaving someone clueless
thinking it's the only way
to save me and him.
but why did i have to meet you?
when we stared at each other
and your eyes were smiling with warmth
while i could hear your heart beating
fast from afar
when you were about to offer your hand
i hesitated to accept it
cause i was afraid i might
not be able to find peace
and when we part ways for
the first time we met
looking back at you was my only instinct
but i controlled myself to do so
cause maybe i might not focus
myself way home
and it was night.
i guess when they told everyone
never to look back or you might end up
like a statue of salt; they were right.
yet decided to follow you
the next day around
with your uncertainties.
never thought it was the start of it all.
were you lonely when you said
you missed me?
were you happy when you said
you love me?
were you truly worried when
you reminded me to take care
of myself as you knew that
i'd be coming home late?
were you truly sincere in spending nights,
spending pennies in order to listen to myths?
what were your intentions of introducing her
to me as your best human when in fact
you were not?
i really wanted to be saved
but i attracted individual like you
whose warmth made me feel nice
but brought me into the darkness
of the sea.
i was blue knowing you were blue.
i was red knowing you were red.
i was yellow when you were black
and i was black when you were white
but darling, i just wanted to be orange.
i met you past half of the time
and maybe that's why you brought me to hell;
burning me slowly yet aggressively
so that you could gain more warmth.
should have known the warmth that you had
was from the other maidens you lured,
i could have not followed you if so.
i met you past half of the time
who tried to lure me cause you were so sad
in your own little cold town full of ghosts.
foolish you for not knowing what my ability was;
trying to be just for the future's sake
cause i want me to be your last victim
by putting back the hell to yours
and little did you know
that wherever you bring me
i could survive
whether i come from ashes
and turn to gold if it needed be.
scars are now almost healed
with some touch of adoration
for humanity.
