What could have been of us
if they were out of the picture
would your cheeks rest in the clusps
of my palms, would you rupture
a vein below my dry bottom lips?

These dry hands grasp for any sense,
my head wishes it was ever more dense,
this weary heart rushes aimless,
but even then, yearning is just so effortless

What could have been of us
if the weight of your words was gold
if I were just a little bit more bold,
prudent, even. Never my tongue hold,
would I know that reciprocate was an answer?

Here we are again friend
Just as you always predict
sleepless but imaginative
but it's not tonight, dear pen
my eyes are sinking
and my brain is cosmic
flying
                 levels
                               beyond
                                               Infinity
                                                Struck.
                                   falling
                    flailing aimlessly
                                                    Searching for O2

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. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Drowning . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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I miss your comforting words
that breeze through my ears
And dampen my thoughts

As I stand shivering
I look up the heavy rain
my umbrella can not fit me
and the memories of you

I have never seen true freedom
among the living
Perhaps that is why
the symbol of liberty is a statue

This hypnotizing melody
made me a dancing zombie
Because when I was filled with agony
You made depression sound so catchy

I run, run and run
chasing what you have set
as insane as it seems, I complied
because I trusted you
and you wanted me to flourish
but tell me please
why the more I flourish
the emptier my growth becomes

What am I?
A walking collection
of slowly fading memories
It is certain that I would let
all the stories that made me
slip by and run far far away
and for that I hope that you
would do me a favor :
Would you please remember me ?

I smile
reminiscing on our time together
I laugh
holding all of our cherished memories
I'm happy
collecting and building our love to persevere
I cry
knowing that you will break it, everytime

What you say
Makes me mute
you leave me hanging
on the ecstasy of uncertainty
My head was over the clouds
And now you shot me to the moon

Where expectations are rooted
disappointments will grow
We either always forget this
Or are too stubborn

I became a zombie,
A mindless being
Drifting through life aimlessly
wanting to change something
Not capable of doing anything
And ended up with no one by my side