I filled forgotten pages
of old newspapers with scribbles
of unsaid sadness.
I often found myself
curled up in bed
breathing back sour tears.
The skies no matter how blue,
painted memories
that crumple the heart.
I kept hearing timid outbursts
in the shower - the only place
where I allow my pain to speak.
Everyday, a piece of you lingers.
It kills me every time I tell myself
to let go.
The saddest truth you don’t know,
is when you left,
something beautiful died in me.
You keep waiting for something you know will never come. And it breaks you
Without any breath of comfort
because there’s no cure for it.
When I die, all I ask is to play Valleys of Neptune on my funeral.
Just so it won’t be too lonely in heaven.

write again.watch good movies.listen to Iron and Wine over and over during silent sunsets.run away from meanies who look down on me.stay happy with Anthony.live peacefully.run with good music on.for real.go swimming again and be one with the waters in all its comfort and serenity.study hard and ace my exams.laugh so damn hard as if laughter is the only thing left in life and all else are meaningless.read good books and sniff back tears or choke in laughter when i reach the 50th page.move on and keep moving forward.grow away from the hurts and pains life has cost me.keep my chains with Atticus Finch, Phoebe Scofield, Zoey Glass and all colorful things that fuck the mind beautifully.
stay fidderent.misunderstood.dista nt.and one with the few people who share the same soul.