I’d rather write than speak
My pen is always responsive
My ink doesn’t judge my mistakes
My paper doesn’t argue
My lines never cross me
My sentences never disappoint
And my words will never leave me
No one is willing to listen
and so I write...
look into my eyes
what do you see
keep on trying
"i can't. this is so hard"
It was Friday.
I did it again,
but just enough to numb the pain
to wake me up from a bad dream.
am doin' my best ever since..
bcs I fear
that one day
I might not scared of the most unknown.
I wish you'd tell me.
"but why?", she asked with her teary eyes.
"I do love you. I just can't... I don't know how to love your all...", he answered without looking into her eyes.
Her heart shattered, then she smiled.
"You never did. Don't you?"
There was nothing left for him to say.
She approached him, and hugged him slowly. She looked into his eyes and softly said,
"It's okay. You don't have to explain." and she kissed him on his cheek.
He stood quietly, still, as she released him from her embrace,
and the air felt cold.
The girl turned around and walked away. It's over.
"It felt so real."
and melancholy is the only thing that follows.
and so I said to him
I'm feeling lonely.
Let's go home and sleep; naked.
the night is ours.