Sometimes you need more
then just the gist.
You need to know why you have watched
all that you love
burn to the ground.
You need to know why you have loved
and why, now, you hurt.
And the cruelest part of this,
is you don't always get to know.
Do you ever let your tears show?
Do you run and hide
from all you are afraid of?
Why? Why? WHY?
Do you stand above all pain
and know that there is tomorrow?
Please, stop.
Did you ever wonder if it was all your fault?
This can't be happening.
No...NO.
Did you ever think this is how it ends?
*This is it.

Paint the world with words and the world will become your canvas.

By: Lulwama K. Mulalu

certain pieces of me
still want you by my side
still want to hear the sound of your voice
but they're like fallen leaves in autumn
while the wind that blows and scatters them
are the pieces of me
that never want to see you
and never want to talk to you
ever again