- someone who takes people’s hearts to feed their ego.
- already dead inside.
- stays up all night chatting or texting or winning your heart.
- seeks validity.
I’ll let thoughts of him fill the emptiness I’m feeling.
In the end
I was only a person
caught up in an idea
that I could still make it work
I was still fighting
but you were already packing up
I was foolish enough to be lost
in a maze I was searching for a way out
out of love
I never found my way out
I learned to settle at a dead end
Of shivering nights and silent days
There was no love left but mine
and I had to give it to myself
because I needed love
and there was no one
Everyday I woke in that dead end
and I was alone
I learned to settle in that dead end
because I was too exhausted to find my way out
I was too lost to find my way out
I did not have to exhaust myself
in finding a way out
That was when it stopped being a maze
I made a home in that dead end
I found a home
a new start by the end of us
I wasn’t lost in a maze
It may have been a strange place without you
But it was the me I gained back
a moment of silence
a period of rest
an onslaught of faith
a battle against the dark
a goodbye and a hello
a flight back home
only the stars know…
that bouquet of roses in the garbage
have you seen the girl crying at the corner of her bed
Is she sleeping with her ex
has she gotten that text
she had been waiting for
the last two weeks
It’s past ten
Is she sleepy
Is she still waiting
what does she want
I’ll give it to her
have you seen her
I’ve been looking
to find her
whisper empty promises
in the nights
her soft caress
innocent and pure
my cold heart
craves for the warmth
of her flawless skin
I’ll give her all of my cold heart
and when I do
I need her to believe
to believe in me once again
She is somewhere
hiding in the corner
I want her mine
and I want more than her
She is probably wondering who I really am
I’m the guy she broke herself for
she probably forgot me
she had probably
already moved on
maybe she doesn’t even
maybe she is yet to meet me
maybe I left her without knowing
what I had to lose
maybe she’s waiting for me
I still want more of her
I’m coming back for her
She is hollow inside
she is wondering who emptied her heart
who took it with him
trapped it in a bottle with the others
have you seen her
If you see her
please tell her
she needs a little light
tell her it was me
It’s all downhill from here
it gets easier
you start to hear the birds chirp again
in the mornings
when you woke up in the smell of brewed coffee
in the nights when you’re okay
watching a movie by yourself
when you’re not with him
and not lonely at the same time
when you’re eating homecooked dinner
and you forget to remember him
Remember when he held your hands.
Remember the days you would miss him but he would be back.
It’s Sunday evening and you’re sitting outside,
the porch light in a yellow mood.
the wind is cold,
your breath is lonely.
Remember when he used to offer you his coat.
Remember when he took you to the beach one time.
Now another week has gone by.
You sit under the porch light again,
this time reading a book.
You can still hear him say
“read this, this one’s really good”
Yes, you take refuge in books.
A gust of wind blows and you just let it turn the pages,
as you were deep in thought…
Remember when you went out for movies,
Remember when you biked down 5th avenue,
going faster and faster,
like you never had to worry about falling down.
You always forget why you don’t
have to remember these things anymore.