I learnt to hate.
I never knew how it was
to hate someone so strongly
before
but now that I do
I think I know…
It’s like… sipping a bitter,
bitter coffee
so slowly
that the taste wraps around your tongue
and burns it.
It’s like… bringing a matchstick
closer to your chest
and letting it create a hole
a red, blazing hole.
It’s like… being the rose yourself
that the lover crushes in his hands
seeing the fragrance melt—
the petals wither
in your own existence.
It’s like… praying and not receiving
Dying… and not dying.
It’s like panting breathlessly for air—
and blocking all pumps out yourself
But is that hate?
Or did I just define
how it was
*To miss you?

My heart has been worn away
By the breast of women rubbing against it
The scars from the passion

My youth slowly losing its beauty
I can't go with this circling world
Please make my desires be true

Someone asked me what the marks where,
I said they were flowers.
They did not understand.
I explained to them,
They are flowers that started as seeds.
I planted those seeds in me,
They blossomed,
It hurt me.
But now they are beautiful.
My flowers have saved me, you know.
My scars are flowers.

Hey  you
Do you know what's ****?
A real conversation

I miss you,
More than the infinite,
Timeless number,
Our hearts cannot define.

I miss you,
The waves of efficient,
Self worth you gave me.
The feeling of clarity,
You stretched out,
across the shore.

I miss you,
Now the wind has changed,
And you no longer,
See me as who I know,
I could be.

I miss you,
Being your namesake sunshine,
Now I blend,
With the greyest skies,
And you just lie,

You just lie.

Note that, when you change your mind,
my thoughts shift, too,
perhaps not always in a way too kind,
but, at least they still center around you,
and that is good enough for the both of us.