if you are to be at my funeral,
don’t forget to throw,
any flowers you know,
so;
at least my mom will realise that i’ve lived a good life with people.

The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

Click, click
Scroll, scroll
Light shine in my face
Clock is ticking
As I lie awake

What time is it now?
Doesn’t even matter
The birds will chirp soon
I’ll hear all the clatter

My family waking,
Breakfast will cook
“You’re up early!”
But sleep I never took

Click, click
Scroll, scroll
Tap, tap
Roll, roll

Side to side
I rocked all night
A comfortable spot?
No, not quite.

Time to get up, another restless night.

i guess,
this is the end,
might not be the end,
but at least deep down,
we knew,
we outgrown each other,
just like the **** outgrown its plant,
and how parasite outgrown its host,
both are harmful,
but us; outgrowing each other?
i think it’s for the best,
for your sanity and mine,
we both did our best,
but letting go was easier than holding on,
at last, i will abide your final goodbye.

we’re bound to fall,
not to fall apart,
because if we fall apart,
it wouldn’t really hurt like this,
we are to bound to fall,
fall out of this relation,
that hurt us the most, even though
we knew that it was going to fall out someday,
still,
we are so eager to go against fate,
knowing it would still hurt,
aren’t we stubborn creatures?
now, we keep on plastering our unhealed wounds,
even though each day, new unhealed wounds were made.