loving you is like
a night before a field trip.

I couldn't sleep,
knowing it'll be an exciting
life with you.

by the end of the day
I swore that silence
only comes in
when I am
dead.

i bleed for you,
to express you.

i hurt and scratch paper skins,
for you to express you.

i have a short life for you,
to express you.

but i do not last long,
to express you.

when you left,
a part of me left with you.

and I forgot,
what part was it.

when you left,
It felt like falling from a cliff.

and the cold waters impact,
awoke me from the fantasy.

of the thought of us,
might last forever.