The fear remains
long after the danger leaves.
A scent, a song,
an accidental touch...
What is forgotten
should stay forgotten.
Yet I keep tracing the missing piece,
wondering what shape it once had.
Scars are not a flaw
They are proof the night was real
And I made it through alive
The past is dead,
no replays allowed.
Future is a rumour,
no rehearsal required.
Live like every breath is borrowed,
Live life like it is on fire, and
Let the present consume you
all the way through.
A torn jacket belongs to someone else
Smells like old spice and sweat
Giving me all the warmth needed to survive this lonely, cold night
While I dream of the dream.
An overused t-shirt,
So big, it could fit both of us…scent of tears and ocean
Hugged me in those nights
You were too busy to look at the starts
A second-hand copy of my favorite book
With blemish yellow pages and taste of old monk
Provided me with the comfort, I was looking in you
While I sleep, in the lap of clouds
It’s too much,
Thing after a thing
Drowning in this black hot coffee, not enough
Being in that super-hero suit is not good anymore
Golden liquid doesn’t burn me as it used to.
The smoke coming out of my lungs are a voiceless scream
Living life in break and escape rooms are…well, not living
Holding my breath so I can breathe one day is merely surviving
My shivering frozen heart waiting for you seems like a lifetime
I forgot what is normalcy
Hiding behind the sound of my bluetooth seems exhausting
The dark cozy room fails to provide comfort
Writing about it doesn't vent as it used to
The sound of your voice is lightyear far...
It’s just too much,
Thing after a thing, and a thing
