i'm afraid
i'm afraid, i like you
i'm afraid, i like you, but you're still a mess
i'm afraid, i like you, but you're still a mess and you reek of despair

but i like you
and i'd be willing to consume that despair you have
because i'm more afraid of losing you

you bathe yourself with pain and despair
you make dark past as a collectible item
you keep yourself drowning in the line of misery;
refusing to breathe tranquility

trying to find commotion
in the midst of peaceful conversation
wanting to be saved; but refuse to say
hiding my feelings from your line of sight
even if the result is me being blind

his eyes are small, deep, disquieting - as if it would make everyone wonder if you're stuck in some sort of distorted labyrinth; but his smile says otherwise
his smile struck me - almost an afterthought that he is just plainly gorgeous
the deadly siren started to fade as i hear his monotonous laugh - as if it has become a default lullaby of mine
as if on cue,
in deep stare, i conclude;
the aftermath of my own tragedy has finally come

it's been uncountable days since i last saw you
and i still can't forget about you
i still can't forget how you kissed me that night
it was a night of unforgettable tragedies;
a beautiful tragedy

it's been uncountable days since i last touched you
i still can't forget how you whispered to me that you like me too
and suddenly forget the next morning

it's been uncountable days since i'm last sober
i still can't forget how i told you that i like you so much and that i have anxiety
but you still kissed me
and left me eventually

it's been uncountable days since i've been fully awake
i'm walking an endless route with your lips plastered not only on my lips, but my whole self

it's been uncountable days since i've liked you
and i still do.
and i'm tired.