Dear death,

I have met life,
He wants me to fight,
But I'm so weak-
So can we meet?

each note holding a different emotion,
carried across time.
held out until the very last second,
then the silence steps in.

My words became
knives.
A paragraph,
a sword.
And when I
made
my first speech,
the room
                was
                        hit
                             with
                                            a
                                                    grenade.

Love is like taxis
They're everywhere when you don't need it
But nowhere to be found when you do

you’ve stolen so much of my soul,
i’m still trying to remember who i was