W hen the silence comes to haunt me,
H ere i am, lost.
Y ou promised.

C omplicated’ they say
A word to describe.
N obody trusted me as you did
‘T oday,not tomorrow’ you begged

I ’m waiting.

F or once, I wonder “is this
O ver?”
R ealizing my mistake, I
G uess I can’t listen to you
E ven your promises.
T oday, just another day..

Y oung and reckless, just like the
O ath you broke
U nlocked, I spill.

the sky falls short
almost
collapsing

time closes in
feeling
apathy

regret echos loudly
wanting
to forget

looking back
i should've
known

better.

lately i've been feeling stumped
because even my own roots do
not ground me firmly
but they want to
bury me
alive

People are like stories.
Different kinds, different durations,
Different endings.

I think of some and smile,
I wish for some never ended,
I try to distant myself from some,
And try to keep some so close,
That it blurs my vision.

Some feel so real, some feel like a blown bubble by the sun at night,
Some held my hand and made me feel alive,
Others made me realize the parts of me that had long been dead.

I want to place the memory of some in my wallet,
And I regret reading some.