It's 11:11
and for the first time
after a very long time
I'm wishing for myself
and not for you

She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."

“You have to move, get up.”
“I don’t want to.”
“This is sad you need to get over yourself.”
“I’m broken, and I don’t think I can be fixed.”
“Then fake it. Get up and put on a smile.”
“It hurts too much; I just want to cry.”
“No crying! It’s not worth it.”
“But I just can’t let go…”
“You have to move on. It’s the only way.”
“Please, all I want is five minutes to let it all out.”
“You’re pathetic. Fine. Five minutes.”
“Thank you,” said the heart.
“You’re welcome,” said the mind.
And the heart and mind cried together.
Just for five minutes.

To this day,
your name
still hurts my tongue
but I still say it anyway.
Sometimes I like to
hear my soul
gently tear itself
apart.

I’m sorry I called
I’m sorry I lied
I’m sorry for all the things you’ve left behind

I’m sorry you’ve fallen
I’m sorry you cried
I’m sorry I couldn’t keep all that our hearts desire

I’m sorry I'm flawed
I’m sorry I hide
I’m sorry I let our souls get forever intertwined