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today I read a story about a man
with a br
oken heart.
I compared him to me
and you
and I
to us
what we were
what we tried to be
what you thought I was...
I'm glad I lost it
because, he is not you
but then again.
I'm not really her either.
I screamed against the wind
heard my voice echo
memories echoed
I walked to the park bench
and I hoped to find you there
In the streets
and the rain
I danced
and sang your name
hoping that you would show
In the midst of all this chaos,
I really hoped that you would show
.
I asked the ocean to let me drink from her.
She said that it's a sin to drink alone/
I saw how the ocean swallowed the sun
and he allowed it
(because he was alone, or lonely?)
I considered following suit.
I fell onto my back
I watched the origami in the sky
and I killed memories I never had.
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