I’ve made this new friend lately, and
we are still getting to know each other.
Some days I invite him home,
talk a little and get to know each other better.
On some days, I wish him dead.
I’ve grown so strong and deep
in our bond that it’s wrecked me from within.
These days when I look in the mirror,
all I notice is grey smoke.
A smoke that stings through my nostrils,
that when I take a whiff of it,
makes me recall your blurry face
that left me with a charred heart.
You’ve gone to a place
far beyond my reach.
I lay on the grass
and reach out my arms,
for love to caress me,
this one last time.
Maybe you are my distant dream
with unicorns and rainbows.
In a world where there is less hatred,
let’s embrace each other a little longer
and pocket moments.
This life is nothing but a charade
finding you has been a sad tale.
You clung to me
when I had nobody.
Sucked, my soul out like a demon,
I wilted and withered,
on this soil
decaying and dying from the inside.
During my recovery in solitude,
I wish to resonate with the seas in silence.
My sins washed away,
with every tide
that kisses my feet.
Breathe the ocean’s wind,
hear the gushing waves
and call upon nirvana
believing in a better tomorrow.
My darkest corners are my sacred space
for I never invite anyone in,
or let anything out.