Perhaps you are lonely, you told me once and I danced along to the echo of your words and to the audience applause at the backstage of an abandoned theater You see, I have the knots of an invisibility cape tied around my neck since birth, people tend to walk through me so I hide behind walls Lonely is a graveyard inside a void inside my chest, where ghosts exchange flower thorns. Lonely is a state of mind perhaps- a table for one
The girl I had inside of me Has left. Now this body is just A brain without mind. A heart without blood. And some skin without senses. And every time she comes to visit, I push her away. This body is no longer a place, Where she should stay.
You are twenty-two, my heart tells me, you have dreams to chase, regrets to make, challenges to face, people to fall in love with, and memories to create.
You are a person worthy of love, happiness, respect, and dignity.