I did this to myself
and what hurts the most is that
I have no one else to blame

this world has somehow taught me
that everything is easier
when there's someone accountable
for every pain  

it's hard to let a corpse go  
without knowing who the murderer is
because isn't this how justice works;
played by the victim and the manace?

you've taught me how meaningless
actions are
you've made the body language
foreign to me
         like a tongue spoken
         by my long-gone ancestors

actions are stronger
than words
but words are certain
than actions

for your eyes
your mouth
your limbs
your touch
and your absolute loss
of sense of space
does not speak for you
and your ****** feelings

and if they do, I refuse to hear them

the feeling of knowing and not knowing
that pull toward conclusions
empty faces, blank eyes
racing hearts

we live for the thrill of it

-the thing about secret crushes

how do people make good things out of love?
music. art. poems
...is love really that beautiful
to be a subject of something magical?

I have this habit of staying
in a situation
while the rest of the world
had moved on.

Baffled
as to why these people
seems to be fine
hours after the disaster

Now I think
there's something wrong
with me.

opening MY phone
with MY finger print
sometimes is the only
way to assure myself
that I am STILL ME
in MY body