"I have overgrown this town"
You said one day to me
I was puzzled, thinking
We're not even larger than a tree

The next day
You packed your bags
Took my hand and spilled,
"This place isn't for me"
Left behind, then it's for me apparently

The wavering silence of your departure
Left not a hole but a wonder in my soul
Asked myself a hundred thousand times more
"What were you looking for?"

I am only a bag of bones.
Covered with an erosion of skin and stuffed with anxiety, doubts, and cynicism. And through my cracks grows goodness and affection. Passion and devotion. I’ll tell you what I am now, I’m a universe within a Universe. Perpetually expanding, but I still won't make any sense at the end of the day. You awe at my wonders and weep at my relentless chaos inside. At least, what I do is make you feel alive.

He? Glowing like neon lights
On a dark stark night
I don't even need
to stare him down
To see what he is made of.

He! Made of thousands of galaxies
And his eyes... a constellation
Out of bright burning blue stars
Hung upon a clear velvet sky
I tell myself, maybe that is why...

He, don't even bother to try
For when he speaks, his words it spills
Like ice-cold soda in my tongue
Simply cool though unrehearsed

He. The boy who could capture
A shooting star with his bare hands
Tell him, my satellite of a heart
is starting to orbit around his
Like a planet to the sun.

And when he started perpetuating my lungs
I did not hesitate, I started clawing him out
"Don't you dare go further in my heart"

Too bad, my words
They were kerosine to his flame-stricken mind
He just gave me a smirk. "**** he lost it"

Brace yourself young sailor
For it is your grave that awaits you
Blame me not I wish
For you knew all along

Darling, you went
inside the eye of the cyclone.

They don’t come with manuals
no guidelines nor primers.

They’re disembodied,
disheveled, tousled pieces
of truths and lies and hopes,
of misery and despair
of laughter and pain.

To know someone
means to create a reality
a version of who they are
it’s up to you, like characters
you build in your story.
Characters we build for our story;
The story of our life.

Like an ocean wave
You washed me over
Ashore, drowning nevermore.

Like morning coffee
you wake me up.

Your warmth
inviting enough
to fill me up

You’re the caffeine
to my sloppy soul

You’re the boost
fueling my steady slow brawl.