I'm not good with words.
But whatever I learned and heard
is not enough to explain how you make me feel.
All these words are just ingredients
for the recipe called feelings.
Recipe Called Feelings
I feel like missing someone.
Someone who is nowhere to be found.
It took me years to realize
that nobody is supposed to
see parts of yourself
that you yourself don't understand yet.
I spend too much time imagining
thinking, writing, dreaming
about someone who will never be mine.
The place where life becomes captivity.
Some people call it a big city.
I am drowning in the sea of your expectations of me.
Maybe I am not the one you really need
You are in love with the idea of what I can be.
But if I ever do that, how will I ever be me?.