i don’t know what i’m doing either way, i’d be losing the gold fish kept forgetting who he was before he can remember i swam upstream to find out the Earth is flat all of those purposes all of the lies to keep on going now it’s a blank page once again, i’m at zeroContinue reading “less”
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goodbyes no.2
i stayed i will stay i know how to do it trust me, i was trained for it, and for a long time, i knew what to do but now, i don’t know i don’t know anything anymore. on the verge of losing it feels suffocating help, you cried out help me but, you alreadyContinue reading “goodbyes no.2”
goodbyes
the worst thing that could happen is when you were still planning your goodbye, they said, I didn’t really love you. t.l.
love and pain
romantic and self-criticized hearts drained out, but somehow still holding out like a starving penguin waiting for the familiar sound in a thousand different realities they would always choose the same knowing the hurt and the pain wishing for the lives where it’s all worth it in the end. t.l.
Miu pt.3
i wasn’t happy then but you were in my life purring, scratching the bed i found you at your favourite spot you found me when i was lost now that you’re gone i wish it was me instead. t.l.
alone
aren’t we all stuck here finding our way out burning eyelids as we look up to the Sun trying to find a lover’s touch in the dark aren’t we all lost here together searching for meanings so scared of living but more afraid of dying as the light fades and so will our lives. t.l.
worse
i don’t know which is worse so good at lying i ended up being the idiot who never doubted anything, or so bad at lying i could tell from just the flicker in their eyes can i delay sadness by a day? can i just be happy for now? t.l.
untitled
does it make a difference if you’re in bed with someone or if you ended up dying alone could you feel less pain could you rise from the dead could you go insane or could you finally cut the thread? one leaf falls after another i reached for the phone someone got my tongue iContinue reading “untitled”
weakening
my rain, my eyes weak body, weak mind if you’re living, consider yourself the lucky one i’m always drowning in a room full of glass i’m forever screaming but they are speaking over me wasted time, i wonder how much longer i can pretend a captive bird that happens to be your favourite pet butContinue reading “weakening”
dogs in field
sometimes i wish i was a dog running through a big grassy field bathing in the Sun, soul sets free, hair twirls jumping, flying, catching butterflies counting clouds, not problems tongue out, tasting life. sometimes i wish i wasn’t stuck in this weak body i wish i could run so fast until i feel nothingContinue reading “dogs in field”