Sometimes we don't need reminders,
      we just crave a friend free of judgement,
           so we talk to our 𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

Why do we love?
Why do we get hurt?
Why do emotions exist?
Why do we have feelings?

Why is relationship a need?
Why cannot we be all alone?
Why do we long for someone?
Why do we ask this kind of questions?

𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂?
    When I live in past glory. . .
           past loves . . .
                past friendships. . .
clinging to hope. . .
  pulled by your chains,
      I am a slave.

Will leaving you be good for me?
    I look in the mirror,
           I don't recognize myself
                I am reduced to nothingness,

Will you be in someones arms tonight?
     I lay, the sun rises.
          My heart breaks,
             I am nothing.

Take me back to you,
   ensnare me,
           love me,
      Never let me go.

In love with what I can't have,
    I reach out in the night,
             under cosmic oceans
                    over ferocious seas,
                       drowning in these tears,
                                                I beg for more. . .
drawn together. . .
          in this deadly, broken, lovely ℂ𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥 ⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙˙ॱ⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙˙ॱᐧ.˳˳.⋅
                 - forever in love

and the fallen
   rays
of sunshine that ooze,

pale
to your light,
and your warmth.

You who never tires, who is always there.
    
You who never lies, who always tells the truth.

You who loves unconditionally, who I seek to replicate.

You who is always there, who I run for your embrace.

You who ages, who I miss everyday.

You are the sadness of my soul,
   the reflection in the mirror,
      a reminder that you are gone.
         Let me sleep until we meet again.
                  -𝓶𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻

I don't need imagery, millions of words or rhyme schemes.
        You
           &
              Me
-𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓁

Can you hear it? Can you feel it.
   each bump, each boom.

Do you want to feel this feeling? Take my hand.
   Listen to angelic songs, travel my turbulent sea.

Do you feel it? This sickness.
  Each stroke, Each mark, Each words, Each Song.

It will never be enough, to express this feeling.
  No poet, no genius, no artist can express this desire.

Take my hand,
   suffer, lost in unnatural congenital thoughts.
      trying to say - " I love you"