night leads me desire,
to make me feel alive.
i am a vulnerable butterfly
covered with intensity.
i am invisible snow
full of blaze.
i can feel alive
only at night.
i can spread wings
only at night.
i can fall
only at night.
only for you.
only for me.
the deeper i love you,
the more vulnerable my heart becomes.
the future that i hope
disappears from my world.
the past that i’m obsessed
becomes meaningless.
only love remains.
only our heartbeats resound.
the more intense i love you,
the more miserable my body becomes.
it’s ok.
it’s all i want.
you drink loneliness up,
every time night comes.
wandering in the hazy ecstacy,
you carve desire on me
again and again.
heartbeats are the evidence
that you are breathing in me.
stillness is the evidence
that you are screaming in me.
The darkest blue
is waiting for me
to dive into the eternal stillness.
Nothing hurts me.
Nothing ties me.
Only freedom.
Only Eden.
Only Adam and me.
The deepest blue
is waiting for me
to sleep in the eternal cocoon.
I’ll accept it someday.
I’ll soak into it someday.
Every time midnight comes,
the sound of the countdown to the future
resounds as the punishment to me
who gave up on my life.
Although I can’t imagine the future
that I’m alive as a human,
the piercing sound
makes me continue breathing
emptily.
Our Picturesque Silhouettes
In The Scent Of Midnight.
The Mixture Of My Cigarettes
And Your Perfume
Make The Mellow Sound
For The Morning That
May Erase Our Memory Like Vodka.
Our Velvety Skins
In The Shroud Of Midnight.
I’m Smoking,
In The Deepest Winter.
You’re Sleeping,
In The Most Vulnerable Destiny.
only moon loves me.
every night,
i’m loved.
every morning,
i’m alone.
only moon loves me.
even at rainy night,
i see the shadow of moon.
even at snowy night,
i feel eyes of moon.
only moon loves me.
i love only moon.
Her voice is in the deepest haze.
It’s too vulnerable to resound.
It’s too cold to hear.
Her every fragment is in the darkest sea.
They are too intense to love.
They are too sharp to touch.
She is in a lonesome cocoon.
She is in a fire of silence.
kiss me
lest i’m swallowed by night.
let me love you
lest i’m crazy for night.
even if my past collapses,
kiss me as long as you can,
let me love you
as intense as i can.
She draws abstract arts
on the canvas that
nobody can see.
The ink that she uses
is only white.
The symbol of pureness.
The sign of vanity.
Her feelings are burning red
on deep navy.
But she draws abstract arts
by using only white.
She is pure.
And, she is empty.
Poetry and Me, Sometimes Coffee 