I lied to you
Im not okay
Im so far from okay
That I said just to remember how it feels like.

I lied to you
When I agree we could be friends
But you are worst than me
WHY DID YOU ASK ME THAT?
The simple fact that you ask me that
Makes me feel that you didn’t love me back.

How do you make it look so easy?
Asking me biology questions
When you have kissed every inch of my anatomy.
When you have read my mind.
Its only me that feels stupid?
To feel ashamed of touching your hands
To look straight into your eyes.
When the only thing I did for days was that?

I don’t want to be the bad one.
The one with the truth:
IM NOT OKAY, AND WE CANT BE FRIENDS.
Because it hurts…
It still hurts
How can I go back when I even imagined a future?

I feel nothing
I'm sitting in this **** chair
Feeling questioned by a bunch of eyes and and a plate
The answers are always the same:
Nothing New, Nothing Yet. I Don't Know
Im starting to sense that I'm tired again
Of being more shallow than this stupid plate
Full of flowers and colors and food
Can you imagine how it feels
When you see a plate more alive and fuller than you?
A plate has my whole life in a crisis
It made me realize how insipid I am
I wish I could break the plate
But then what?
The answers are always the same:
Nothing New, Nothing Yet. I Don't Know
Another broken thing in the house?
I don't want to
I chose to rise, to take the plate with me
And hang it on my wall
If it can inspire me to break
Would I feel again?
Could it make me create?
Could it make me alive?
The answers are always the same:
Nothing New, Nothing Yet. I Don't Know