Stranger,
With a word or two
I felt gladly captured.
Glad, because I got the chance
To meet you.
Captured, because I knew
We weren’t actually meant to be.

Time was winning the race,
and you thought we'd beat it instead.
Yet I knew we were losing.
It was scary,
How much you interested me
How much I wanted to talk until
Whenever.
How alike we were.
Maybe it was frighteningly beautiful,
Because it was unlike anything
Life-like.

Your words were too big for me,
It was like trying to fit two puzzle pieces
That don’t belong together.

So I did what I felt
I had to do.
It didn’t take me long to build my walls up high,
Yet you always managed to climb them up each time.
Whenever I pushed,
It seemed like you pulled me in even closer each time.

Carelessly, effortlessly,
Maybe guiltily,
Yet undoubtedly
I wanted to stay in the moment
For longer than I probably should have.

I don’t know what I was expecting,
I don’t know you.
Though I know it's impossible
To  stand still on a  bridge
after being pushed
Countless times.


And so you did,
The mojo moment was over with.
That's when I realized
it was me falling this whole time.

And I thought to myself,
Although it may look odd,
Although it may not physically work,
Although it isn't meant to be,
You can fit a puzzle piece wherever
you want it to fit.

But now,
I was left with a completed puzzle
Missing one piece.
You look for it everywhere,
Under all the furniture,
Stub a toe here and there,
But deep down you know
That you’ve probably vacuumed it
the other day.

All I can do,
I’ll keep all these memories with me.
I’ll keep them in a little book,
Place it on the shelf
At the very back of my mind.
So that when little things,
little feelings
come running up my spine,
I can open the book
maybe once again.

I want to wish we never met,
but that's also wishing I never felt what I felt.
I'm not one to lie.

Who knows,
Maybe I’m just anyone.
But I enjoyed the hours
When you made me feel
Like someone.

Stranger,
I’m not a bad person.
At least,
I try not to be.
Maybe we’ll meet again,
Maybe you’ll see me in the
Supermarket
The park
A gig
A game
But you know,
You and I won’t ever
know.

I was using my feelings all along
Emotional by nature
A helpless hopeless romantic

You were using logic and reason
Rational by choice
A soldier trained to always be strict and to never feel.
The exact opposite of me.

i want to dance nonchalantly in a dust-ridden library
to all the cheesy ol' love songs from 1953,
with someone just as lost in the world's rapid haze as me

in the lazy afternoon sunlight of early spring
we could smile at the clouds messy formations in pink
ask ourselves if nature was really meant to be so god-**** pretty
while staring at each other with unspoken mutuality

sometimes i wonder
whether a person like that will ever come across me
or if this will stay a hopeless romantic's daydream forever

we'll see.

© fey (26/03/20)

The Restriction of Movement was extended for another 14 days.

Another 14 days to overthink this existence.

One day.

One day, I'll know peace.
One day I will know love, maybe.
One day,  my existence will cease,
One day the reaper will come for me.

My mind is going to a place, where everything is black.
My sanity is going away again, and it's not coming back.
I wanna cry like a lost baby
I tell myself I love my life,
Its a lie I tell myself daily.

I am alive, but my spirit feels dead.
I'm breathing, but every breath is filled with dread.

One day,  my existence will cease,
One day my reaper will come for me.

Thomas James Tom
3/5/2019

Every exhale, a little bit of you leaves me.
Like poison leaving my body.
Every day, it gets a little easier to breathe again.
I don’t know how long I’ve spent holding my breath.
But I feel it.
I feel the air fill my lungs.
I feel myself learn how to breathe again.
To be me again.
At one point I thought you were the air.
It turns out you were the smoke that filled my lungs.

There is nothing left for me to say, all there is for me is to just do what I’ve been doing. Hold in my abundance of pain and stay quite just to keep you tranquil and pleased.
I’m constantly in dejection, worrying about if your being mendacious towards me. I feel like nothing compared to her, I feel like nothing compared to the majority of the girls you know but I still claim to be okay when they’re around.
You are Persistently getting texts and Snapchats, DMs and calls from girls who are better then what I’ll ever be.
When she texts you I have to fight the urge to ask what you are both talking about, hoping just ******* hoping your not planning on leaving me for her.
All though I already feel replaced and unwanted, I still try to hold on and believe you when you say you love me.