I was so profoundly moved by the words
you managed to produce
In that beautifully-crafted mind of yours
They may as well been scripted
To just my personal delight

If I were to follow the plot line
Will the ending be happy ? Will it be sad?
The only thing I can predict by now:
My heart at your reach,
My soul in your hands

I guess I’m not a ‘good sport’
Yours is the only game I’ve truly lost
Yes, I didn’t take it well,
My personal, favourite hell
The rage, the pain, all still there
I wish I could say
“I wish you farewell”

Isn’t this the age
When we have
A lot of plants,
A bunch of plans
Little money
and even less time?

I’m trying so hard to keep it inside
It’s in the surface of my heart
I can’t scratch it
It’s spreading
And then it overflows
It’s overwhelming
It slides down my face
Salty watery trace
I’ll be okay
Just not today

You were lucky enough
To be in my sight
When the stars alligned
When my heart was warm

You found your way into my mind.
Now I randomly text you
at 2 am.
And you are okay with that,
slowly melting my stance.
You’re dangerously getting closer
To my heart.