I'm trying love.
I'm trying to move on.
But fate laughs at me,
kicks me down & spits in my face,
"You know she's the one!"
"You've ruined everything!"
stop.
please God.
I can't stop crying over You.
And You don't hold the slightest
regard.
I wish You cared about me,
but who longs to touch a dead
body?
and what does one do when life is no
longer worth living?
I cannot answer these questions.
I've lost my sanity,
and these thoughts never end.


Where I am headed,

is uncertainty.

And I want to tell her that I understand
what it feels like to be fake, insignificant,
and a shadow on the sidewalk of society.

And I want to tell her that I also borrow
the experiences of others --
that I, too, learn feelings
by stopping and staring at personal wreckage,
like a tourist of emotions,
like an inevitable wish of a human being.