You are the fork to my spoon,
My daun pisang to my nasi lemak,
My vanilla ice cream to my chocolate lava cake.
Without it, I can still live.
Without it, I can still breathe.
Without it, I can still survive.
It seems like enough but tough.
It feels right but incomplete.
It tastes good but flat.
When you just want flowers but I gave you roses.
When you just want to listen to music but I sing for you.
When you just want a house but I gave you a home.
Why are you playing with fire?
Is it because you know I’m a water?
I am tormented by wishful dreams.
Bleed with sorrow.
Bruised in anguish.
Disorient.
Hesitant.
I want to see the light again.
I want to touch the rainbow.
Not just black or white but grey.
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