Icarus filled me with this unexplainable warmth
and his smile would always leave a mark
He was my sun, the light in my life,
the stars I would look up to whenever I’m in the dark
but then I saw how his coffee brown eyes
dulled and gradually lost color
As his flame slowly burned out
and his smile became smaller
I watched him slowly slip away from my grasp
In pieces I could never seem to catch
Because my hands are too tired to hold on and keep clasp
Around the heart no one seemed to match
If I were to go back in time,
If I were to replay a moment once more
Instead of him falling into the sea,
Let him fall into my arms, forevermore.
Instead of carving our story into a tragedy, I will cherish him and adore
I wouldn’t let him knock on suicide’s door
Take me back to the time where he still kissed my head.
Take me back to the warmth of his smile instead.
In honor of World Mental Health Day.
i dreamed of a world without you,where i was emptied like a fish, my skin unfamiliar when it was untouched by you. i dreamed of a world where we were not one, where you never kissed me by accident and then again on purpose, where the two of us never got caught up in the moment. was i happier there? was i happier not knowing the ending? all i know is that it was a late morning, and i woke up sweating, and i live in the world where i cannot kiss you anymore. it’s okay, almost. i’m figuring out how that works. it’s just that i drank coffee. it’s just i don’t want to go to bed. it’s just i don’t know how to be better off without you. i can’t get you out of my head.
This is the way heartbreak is supposed to be,
blank stares and pretty lies; a facade of misery.
Intricate designs of pains and plains on white sheets,
stained with the blood of whose secrets you couldn’t keep.
The heartache this love brings never seem to meet it’s denouement.
Azure-colored skies in wide eyes buried in this sculpted monument.
A breath of relief inside once-empty ribcages.
I’ve tasted the braille of your lips along inkskinned pages.
Blood drips between the lines of your hands I’ve written and rhymed,
looking for the sound of your laughter in this melody I can never seem to find.
I’ve been burned by the sound of my name on your tongue all this time.
I will never accept a life where you were never mine.