Dear death,

I have met life,
He wants me to fight,
But I'm so weak-
So can we meet?

If only I could get rid
of my olfactory nerve
so I never smell
that nostalgia scent.

Who would have thought
that our first conversation
leads to
“until our path cross again”.

Why can't I shake
the thought
of

you?


I can't grasp
the emotions,
they're just

fog.


I'm caught in a storm,
barely breathing, and
just wishing for

clarity.


We both hear
the siren's song,
a plea to sink into abysmal

d
a
r
k
n
e
s
s
.



I just wish
I could pull you to
safe land,
and help you find the sun.

What is it that makes me miss
The lighter fluid on your lips. Toothaches from a temptress,
And her candy kiss. Arm’s elastics wrap me up. So foreign,
Is this human touch. Like a siren she swims and sings,
To lure me close enough to clutch. An ephemeral embrace,
That chews me out and spits me up.
Love eats hearts for lunch.

Ordinary days
no more,
Only if you just have
STAYED EVERYDAY.

Do you know why
he blocked me ?
It is to get away
from catching feelings.