in your absence
i immersed myself in sadness,
for there was nothing left to love
in the remaining pieces of you
that was too blurry for me
to comprehend in the first place.
was it really you?
because i felt too many heartaches
trying to filter your name in my palms
—you made me figure out
so many things on my own
as if this kind of mystery
will compel me to draw closer to you.
but i, too, am human
i grow weary of repetitive things
that remain obscure,
just like how your name
sounded sweet every time—
only for it to mean nothing to me.
like ***** laundry, my sadness
pile on top of one another,
and now i am grieving
because your name sounds like a metal
being dragged on the ground
—a heaviness that keeps
tugging my heart wide open.
there is no more room for you here,
my love for you has finally died.
Jun 19, 2023
Jun 19, 2023 at 8:48 AM UTC
in your absence
i immersed myself in sadness,
for there was nothing left to love
in the remaining pieces of you
that was too blurry for me
to comprehend in the first place.
was it really you?
because i felt too many heartaches
trying to filter your name in my palms
—you made me figure out
so many things on my own
as if this kind of mystery
will compel me to draw closer to you.
but i, too, am human
i grow weary of repetitive things
that remain obscure,
just like how your name
sounded sweet every time—
only for it to mean nothing to me.
like ***** laundry, my sadness
pile on top of one another,
and now i am grieving
because your name sounds like a metal
being dragged on the ground
—a heaviness that keeps
tugging my heart wide open.
there is no more room for you here,
my love for you has finally died.
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