As always

Time flies too fast
I don’t know who I am anymore

I miss you,
again,
as always
do you know that?


...I guess you dont

Lost again

What time is it?
Why do I still cry?
Why do I cry?
What makes me cry?

I cried a lot, these nights
Suffocating
Going to explode
So I cried

Do you ever know that feeling?
You just want to cry, a lot
You have no idea what to do
You have nowhere to go
You have no one to lean on
Cry yourself to sleep
When morning comes, you’ll be fine again

What is that?
Do I miss you?
But, what’s the point of missing you?

I think I need a shelter,
a shoulder to cry,
a chest to lean on.
I’m lost..

Last poem.

“..then I fall in love.

And everything turns into colour.

Everything that looked so small and insignificant in black and white,

looks wonderful in colour. 

I notice everything.

..and then I get my heartbroken; and my polychrome reality fades away to black and white again.

But I’m confused. 

I’ve been in colour for so long 

I’ve forgotten how it's like to live in black and white. 

I stumble around lost, 

so nothing will ever be the same.

..for anything that ever happened to us,
I blame you
you can’t keep your promises,
you can’t guide us,
you did nothing
I blame you

..let’s ignore each other,

try to pretend the other person doesn’t exist,

loving you was the most exquisite form of self destruction.”

-S.

I can’t reach you.

Tonight is the first time I can’t reach you.
Pain through my veins.
Where’s my shelter?
I need my medicine.
I’m dying.

-S.

Another goodbye

I wish I could’ve been there,
just to hug you tight
before give you another goodbye.

Both of us were suffocating,
forget how to breath
I was pressing my nails to my palm
until it bleeding
I was biting my tongue
to feel my blood
I need to feel another pain.

-S.