What are we,
But fragments of moments in a vast universes.
Cursed by our own creation and ideation of survival
We are the architect of our own destruction

Are u even you?
Your a blink of an eye,
Inter woven with million of years of memories
Impossible to grasp

Yet we torture ourselves with this ideation of perfection
Reaching out to nothing but a void

Take a step back
Breathe in.
And visualise how truly small your are
Like a needle in a haystack,
A temporary ripple in the sea of eternity.

I'm tired
Tired of the way you make me feel
Feelings sealed

Speak up you said
Talk to me instead

I did and u listened
Happy you was and glistened

But it was all a hoax
part of ur plan to keep me hushed

You made me this way you know
Planted your words into me as i grow

And your surprised by the fruit educe
it a little abstruse

Do i not matter
i should be smarter

Detach from your web, I might fly
I might fall

I'm just tired
Tired of the way you make me feel
Feelings sealed

long hair cut short.
apology after apology.
jackets often worn,
if not, sweaters or
long-sleeved tops.
anti-social,
not because
i hate people,
but i fear they hate me.
isolation in my bed,
sometimes,
panic attacks
in the bathroom.
constant overthinking,
whether 3 am or 3 pm.
scribbles thoughts
into poems,
but hides them.
pushes away,
even though i want
to pull them closer.

He was a shadow, slick and empty
Full of greed and disparity
I push him away but he was drawn to my purity
A complex chemistry,
He and I
He devoured me and I felt alive
I searched for his love for all my life
And yet only did I find,
Simply a Devil trapped inside.

I might've shoved you off
but lately you're the only one
I'm thinking of
this morning I could barely
get out of bed
after last night's
cry I've shed

so I pinky swear to you
to not ever mess with you
(again)

I am a bee that stung you
little do you know, I've died inside too

nights became longer
songs became sadder
you became colder
and I've became sober
after "we" became over.