An anxiety
that goes through my body,
kicks in like a robot
and makes me think —
did I forgot?

It closes my reality,
makes me think —
did I do critically?

Crawling back and forth,
never being in comfort.
No one aside —
just a simple me and a goodbye.

There’s someone.
I know them.
They
used to know me.

Should’ve just stared and gone back —
or would I make a comeback?

Yes, I called it.
I knew it.
They left me
without any sign of respect —
not even a clever aspect.

Without shame,
without pain.
How could they?

It’s not my fault.
I asked for forgiveness
for the little mistake I committed

Feeling each other
Without shame
And any kind of pain,
Doing it with love—
But then regret it with fear,
No hope whatsoever.
Feeling lust,
And never again love,
Feeling like you’re just drowning,
Like metal in a microwave.
Want to escape,
But feel the shame.
You never want to be
Someone that’s not me.
You feel it, right?
In the bones, in the cheeks.
I want the end—
I cannot do this.
How?
How dare you say it?
Close connection?
But all for a risk.
Do you want to feel
That way or this?
Feel this powerful thought:
Here with me, be just hopeless.
What are you even doing?
I cannot do this.
Yet I still
Want to connect and stay still.