sipping* black & red,
i sit idly alone.

watching whilst the grayscale bled,
desaturating the colors' tones.

the hues soon gasped for their final breaths
and the beauty decided to grind into an end

but i'm still sipping black & red,
sitting idly alone.

As we threw our caps north,
my excitement sank south
descending step by step in a spiral staircase
the hope started flickering
this might be the last glimpse
but holding on to a ‘might be’ is critical, delicate
it’s like breathing with gaps in between
you might die anytime soon,
who knows
I might see you lifeless in a box
but I’ll keep you alive
in my memory
with strong hues
vivid outlines
our plots unrevised
exact timelines and spaces
names of people we liked

I won't stop remembering
because that's the only way
to make myself forget

In my mere existence,
I have developed
my own diseases

One of them
sprung from my
fiction
fixation:
It happens when I begin
to “know” someone.
Being a human of extremes,
it’s either I’ll
exaggerate
or
underplay
my perception
of a person
Basically,
it’s entirely
my fault
why i’m suffering
from my own delusions

Of course,
all this time,
I knew that
I’m just
into the you
I made
inside my head

but you can debunk
me
if you want