there's something about being able to let words flow, this state - it leads to you just placing your thoughts in front of others. how therapeutic, tranquil - left alone it would fizzle out, yet - affix them to a medium and suddenly it blazes.
this need to express,
it comes to life
on paper
there's something about it
where your thoughts
are visible
your wounds,
scars,
those bonds you've lost
or given up -
oh, how they ache.
and yet -
we're learning,
this state
teaches us -
emotions aren't bad
these thoughts
aren't wrong
and...
oh god...
i loved her -
what's wrong with a love
that carries on for years,
yet...
the sorrow never fades
after i see her face,
the anger always builds
once i leave -
and those eyes -
those eyes i love,
they failed to acknowledge me.
why?
why this?
is this how it will always be
between us,
is our timing never right?
can we never.
really
never
see
each other
again?
my love,
is this it?