Thank you.
I have no place to stay.

I need to regroup;
to organise my life.

I really appreciate this.


*******.
I feel humiliated.

I need to be independant;
to stand on my own.

I feel really ashamed.


Thank you.
I am learning to be humble.

I need to shed my pride;
to lessen my arrogance.

I accept this humiliation,
on the road to humility.

I felt empty,
I couldn't help myself.
You pulled me down,
Saving me from heaven.
But you threw me down,
And I couldn't escape.

You're the superior one.
Since you didn't follow my path.
Since you forgot my existence.

i breathe in and then i breathe out,
i got a trillion doubts, and that's fine.
i took a road that wasn't a road, but
it was something i chose and that's fine.

take your guess, spurious at best,
can't you see it's all just

                                          *chaos?

I'm sorry.

"What?"

I'm sorry I left you,
Not because of me,
Not because of you.
Because I was selfish,
And I didn't listen.

I'm sorry I felt pressured,
Not because of me,
Not because of you.
Because of my friends,
And I chose them over you.

"No, no it's—"

I broke what was already broken!
I let you stumble down a path,
That we tried to climb together.
And we could've gone up together.

Then I made a turn,
And I didn't help you there.
You fell down and broke your bones.
All because of me.

"It's—"

Now I made us both shattered.
With the other parts that can't be found,
I made you this way,
I made myself this way.
This is where I brought you and I.

"I—"

I'm sorry.
I miss you.
I love you.

they always tell you to be
kind to others

❀　❀　❀　❀　

but we always seem
to forget to be kind to

ourselves

black is the colour of dying love

red is the colour of bleeding love

blue is the colour of cold love

he had painted me with rich colours,
outlined me with a defined black line,
he completed me and made me a

*beautiful painting