Dear self,
In losing you

Days seem blurry
Nights seem scary

Heart grows weary
Eyes turn teary

I lost the merry
I lost the power to write my story

Could you turn my pain
into love again
Could you touch my skin
like a drop of rain

Please, don't treat me
like an unknown person
Please, let me be happy
in your prison

Could you hear me, please?
Would you answer me, please

Do you still enjoy the sunset
as we did before
Do you remember me there yet
or not anymore

No, I can't deal
with my emotion
No, I won't stop my eyes
to be an ocean

Would you relive my memories
Could you fix my broken heart, please

Do you miss me
as I miss you in the moonlight
Do you cry for me
as I do for you every night

I can't live
with this pain of separation
Day after day
I'm falling into the omission

Could you feel me, please?
Will you come back to me, please?

Melt me into a thousand, reflective sighs. I ache for such sweet release — hypnotic, cathartic. I want to see myself drown once — with my life flashing in a slow-spinning liquid mirrorball. Just once in such graceful, calm, permanent surrender. Just once, and for the last time.