Sunday, June 27

notes in the sand

Write
What I want to tell you in the sand
Careful strokes
because I want it to stay forever

Happy
because I know you'll keep it forever
You won't forget
my notes in the sand

Then came the waves
erasing what I worked hard for
I look at you with
tears in my eyes

You poured water on my notes in the sand.

Saturday, June 26

Illusions

In my mind there are countless images
Vivid, defined, surreal.
I hold your hand and you smile.
If I held it tighter, you wouldn't mind.

I must be sick in the head
for seeing you when I'm not supposed to.
Images. I can only see images.
Illusions, if you must put it that way.

I am still holding on.
I am still here.
I am still giving.
But I need to let go.

Sunday, June 20

vertigo

I am standing on the edge of a cliff ready to fall.
There was a rope around my waist, which I quickly removed.
I look down, hoping someone might catch me.
I was hoping it would be you.

I smile because you are there.
And then begin to laugh at myself
because you turned away
When you saw me.

Beautiful sights are waiting for me.
And I still choose to fall beyond the cliff
even if no one will embrace my fall
because I do not want emptiness.

Fall even if there is nothing to fall on.

Friday, June 18

I never thought that removing you from my system would cause this much damage.

I feel lost and confused and I don't like it. I wish I had a magic lamp to wish you away and not make me suffer.



I succumb. I have no idea, no clue on what I'm doing. :|

Wednesday, June 16

snap

A Picture of You

It's funny that I have an amalgam of emotions whenever you come to mind. There are waves of joy, lines of anger and circles of a certain four-letter word. I look at myself in the mirror and all I imagine is your eyes staring back at me. As I leave for school, I am searching for an indication, any sign that you're around. All I get is a picture of you in my head. I am in no control of the environment, I simply go with what my mind is cruising to. I sway with my emotions crashing to the rocks of uncertain possibilities.

I know I should stop. And stop I will, when I finally erase that picture of you.

Tuesday, June 15

suddenly

Suddenly I wanted to be near you.





Suddenly I didn't care.