Wilted Words

start a conversation with me, even if it was just for five minutes, or maybe five hours. Talk to me about the weather and the random things you tell strangers whom you met for the first time, or tell me about what scares you the most or why you don't want to be like your father. Look at my face as you speak, look deeply into my eyes, or just look at the sky and your surroundings, the creases around your eyes when you smile are the most beautiful thing. Brush your hand against my arm accidentally or hold my hand tightly on purpose, the feeling of your skin on mine is more than enough to make me feel safe in your presence. don't do any of that things or do them all. Because it would not change a thing about how I feel about you.

when you fall in love with someone there are only few things that you can see in them, you can only see how charming their laugh is and how the butterflies in your stomach never stop fluttering, you don't see the way their hands shake with rage when they are angry, or the look of resentment in their eyes when they hate someone's gut. when you fall in love with someone there are only a few things that you can imagine, you imagine yourself pressed against them, sleeping soundly, you imagine yourself making breakfast and singing off-key with them, you don't imagine the day the way they spit venomous words towards ruthlessly, or how much they can hurt you or if they're willing to do it, the idea of them dropping your heart, throwing it away and stepping on it is not fathomable to you.  You might have your speculations, but you know that we are human and no one is perfect, you forgive them over and over, because that what love is? isn't it? it's the most p...

The sound of things falling is a rattling voice, even if it's nothing but a low thud or a whisper echoing around. it's always the same place, but you barge in, you have no choice. you hear these sounds all the time of your own pieces falling down, they were barely hanging. you're the rat lured in by the music of the pipe, you try to move but your legs are glued to the ground, you're a sailor who lost his faith and seeking land. Lonliness sings with a melody that rings in your ears, a mermaid of hell who madly kills your heart, and every happy thought, you lose this battle and the one after, for every time you show some resistance, it hurts your case you lose your grace, you hate your own existence. Turn over your pillow as much as you want, remove your covers and cover yourself up again, you won't find peace, for all those ghosts your dreams they haunt, when you wake up tomorrow you know you'll be drained, it never stoppes you f...