I’m tired
I’m tired of you
I’m tired of me
I’m tired of waking up every day, of this persistent exhaustion that never leaves
I’m tired of telling you I’m simply tired when what I really mean is that I’m tired of being alive.
Tired of living in this foreign body in this broken world
But you wouldn’t understand
So I’ll just say I’m tired
Aug 17, 2020
Aug 17, 2020 at 2:35 PM UTC
your great news
is my worst news
now I know our paths
will never cross again
to hope is no longer an option
to move on is something I must do
goodbye.
Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 12:05 PM UTC
I have never thanked you,
for the conversations.
I have never thanked you,
for the smile.
I have never thanked you,
for asking me how i'm really doing.
I have never thanked you,
for staying alive.
Thank you,
thank you.
Jul 11, 2020
Jul 11, 2020 at 12:52 AM UTC
As you appeared in my dreams
I wrapped my arms around you
with eyes filled with tears.
I slowly whisper to you:
"I'm sorry I wasn't honest with you back then."
Without you saying anything
you wrapped your arms around me,
and I felt your warmth for once.
I wish this weren't a dream.
Jul 8, 2020
Jul 8, 2020 at 10:30 PM UTC
Golden boy,
I wanted to tell you the truth
Something I should’ve said a long time ago
What my past self really wanted to say to you:
I like you too
I want to be with you too
you’re my best friend after all
I feel happy when I’m with you
I like feeling close to you
I want to feel that spark again,
but only with you.
Yes, me too.
May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 1:21 AM UTC
An empty canvas
I once was
Clear, pure and yet to be discovered
I desired the simple touch of paint
And envied the true essence of colour
But
When the day finally came
I wasn’t painted
Beautifully
Yet invaded
Brutally
By the darkest shade of misery.
Jan 21, 2020
Jan 21, 2020 at 1:23 PM UTC
When I'm ill
I call out to you, mom.
When I'm hurt,
I call out to you, mom.
When I'm scared,
I call out to you, mom.
When I'm in problem,
I call out to you, mom.
When in trouble
I call for you, mom
Even when I panic
I call for you.
You give me
unbelievable strength
in real and
even in memory
I know I'll be safe
when I'm with you
and you'll come
from anywhere
wherever
to save me
my hero.
Aug 30, 2019
Aug 30, 2019 at 10:19 PM UTC
I miss the sound of typing on the Mac keyboard
I miss the serif font of the words I observe on the screen
I miss the fluidity of which the words flow out of my mind like seamless fountain water
I miss the inspiration from a deep love
I miss insomniac nights, with bright Apple lights
I miss creative expression
I miss thesaurus searches and RhymeZone
I miss lyrics from frank songs
I miss rhythm and blues background music
[Unfinished]
Aug 30, 2019
Aug 30, 2019 at 10:13 PM UTC