Maybe someday, when the weather changes,
The clouds dissipate, or the songbird starts singing charming melodies instead
Of the constant melancholy that comes in wet raindrops,
You’ll look out your window and see me smiling back,
Knowing, the whole time, I’ve been right there,
Shining through the cracks,
(Too bad the window is foggy)

I’m walking beside you, floating on my dreams,
Dreams that ended with the sound of the bedroom floor beneath my cold feet,
I could brush my knotted hair a thousand times,
Pull out my mother’s make-up and smother my face with clumpy, sloppy fantasies,
Or wish I had her perfect skin, perfect eyes, perfect face,
And you still wouldn’t see me,
(I can’t help but hope)

I tried finding you,
But I just found more wrong-rights,
Their smiles didn’t stop the world,
Their heartbeats didn’t sing off-key,
I tried telling the world that you’re just not here,
But they don’t listen,
(They just pull me further away from you)

I’ll keep waiting, stranger,
Maybe you’re on the same blank page,
Maybe you’re broken,
I know that somehow, in the middle of everything: I’ll just appear,
Wearing my tattered originality,
And at that instance, we’ll just eye each other cautiously, because we know what
A heart attack feels like,
______,
______,


(Where are you?)