-Soundtrack of our live-
Dreams have long passed
And I wonder if you dream of me too.
In the mist, we talk like we used to.
Bold words – underlined
But still a secret. Our own world
That spins back into us.. Tangling us together.
And we listened, to the soundtracks of your life,
Of our short lives together. Taking in every breath
I’ve left him, alone and barren.
Will he forgive me?
What am I to do next?
It’s best if he is pushed away
To save himself from my life of pain
Maybe one day I can live up to my shame
Hope he understands, I’m the one to blame.
I bet he regrets he ever came
Will he see, things can’t be the same?
Days run together, it feels like…[Read more]
you look me in the eyes, hard and stern
And await my word
But my words are casted at the sea
Each tide a wish, crashing on the sand
Swiping away each and every hope.
I will no longer go there.
That spot so haunted
No matter how much I’m tempted
No matter how much I’m taunted.
You strip me down. You break me down.
As if I am a sentence on a page or a screen.
As if I am the clothes I wear or the shampoo I use.
I was a brand new pencil
but you took your knife to my skin
peeling away layer by layer
lead. And you throw me into the ocean.
And I sink.
I imagine lines in a tree stump.
Lines drawn to those lines
One line drawn to the first circle- This is my rebirth. This is me holding my mother’s hand crossing the parking lot. This is snacks in the afternoon, after school has exhausted me. This is sandwiches after swimming in the pool
Lines drawn to the fifth, this is my realization that…[Read more]
pour concrete into your bones
but that wont strengthen your soul
fill in the shadows of doubt
but that wont make you whole
pour ink into your mouth
but that wont make you speak
sew your eyes open
but that wont make you see
spill blood onto your skin
but that can’t make you feel
paint a smile on your face
it doesn’t make it…[Read more]
His eyes are flat when he looks at me with a hard frown.
His voice, as well, is flat and course as he lists out his reason why he’s leaving.
Mae culpa, mai culpa.
He whispers a lie to me, trying to reassure me of his feelings.
His words mean nothing when he is about to leave.
This is what he wants – separation-
And he always gets what he wants.
Are there even real pleasures in life?
Life moves on whether you’re happy or not.
Carving its numbers and letters into your face with a careless notion.
And as time progresses, every little edge gets darker, and darker,making up for the lost memories from the days when you were younger.
Life means nothing when you cannot remember…[Read more]
I’m not sure how many pills I took.
I just dumped some into my hands a few times.
It’s quite easy.
Take a few sips and all your problems magically disappear as you close your eyes and dream.
They say that dreams are for those who sleep.
And why live life from dream to dream
And live to dread the day when dreaming ends.
I dreamt a dream…[Read more]