seen from Malaysia
seen from Morocco
seen from Thailand
seen from Russia
seen from United States
seen from Thailand
seen from Thailand
seen from Netherlands
seen from China
seen from Netherlands
seen from Egypt
seen from United States
seen from Yemen
seen from Russia
seen from Russia
seen from Hong Kong SAR China
seen from Russia
seen from Uzbekistan
seen from Germany
seen from United States
If i fall again
I will remain on the floor again
I will not see your face again
My blood will search for a way
To reach your hand for help
But I know you won't be there
By the time I try to reach out for your hand
You will already be gone
I will scream till my voice gives out
Knowing I sacrificed my life for you
Knowing this isn't what I dreamed of
Knowing losing you was part
Of losing myself.
Spent my night out in the cold that it made me sick.
Came back around 4am, checked my phone, no show. Everything sits heavy tonight. Rain hovering around my lungs. My breath sounding like something I borrowed. 3 times I panicked. 3times I thought this was it. I wish that was it. My house has furnitures in them but they still echo. Are they good empty words? Are they your empty promises?
Hurt blooms quietly. Not Loud. Not violent. I’m not there yet. I don’t want to kill my self yet because what if you come back? I didn’t choose this ocean of sadness but here I am anyway. Here I am learning the language of drowning without ever touching the shore.
You said forever like it was something you owned. You said it like time would bend to your voice. Like my heart could be a place you could sit comfortably without consequence. But this forever just got snapped in silence that is louder than goodbye. Did I pull it too tight? Was I always this horrible? Are there parts of me that are evil which I am failing to recognize?
Speak to me please. Everything feels too much. Everything hurts. I am in so much pain. The quiet hurts. The noise hurts. Tears aren’t flowing anymore. And right now, I…
I am still breathing, but it feels less like being alive. I don’t know if I can survive this because you took some parts of me when you left. How can I continue?
“ Always the unspoken words. “
ENTRE SER Y NO SER
Hay una delgada línea que me separa
De mi yo pasado
Ella que adoraba amar sin proteger su pobre corazón
Ella que ahora escoge con sabiduría las batallas del corazón
Ella que era un río salvaje cuando lloraba
Ella que ahora llora como una brisa de verano
Cada día la notó más lejos y seguimos volteando a vernos
Cada día que pasa noto sus errores sin culparla ni juzgarla
Ya que sin ella no escogería entre ser mejor y no ser nadie
Always the artist, never the muse
Maybe in my next life, I’d actually feel loved
I was never good but I was lovely for her.
Learning I’m nothing more than a back up option
