It's past 3am
It should be over now

The scariest turn out
             of dying
                 Is waking up right after
In the same place you left off

I wallow and watch
The sallow sun
As it gets swallowed
By the waves of gushing blue -
A quick reminder that we were just
Nearly
More or less
Partly...

Just Parts and Pieces
Of a grand scheme
With lost blueprints

Is unrequited love
not love
nonetheless?

Has "we" lost meaning?
Has "we" lost you?

Cause I still carry with me
Burdensome flowers
And wasted kisses
"What if"s
And
"What could have been"s