Lover of Words

Twenty Two

1.10.22

there's really nothing to talk about

nothing to fear living without

nothing to question

not a single fated situation

it's all a fading connection

where the red string glow so faintly

and you can't barely see if it ever existed

yet in my mind everything is still twisted

one day I'm fine

the next day I miss you

no, not you

the one I used to love in the image of you

safe to say it's all in my imagination

a stupid mind creation

that sometimes make me wonder if I'm still sane

but guess I might've gone insane

cause even in my dreams

I long for you

that the hugs felt real

and I hate waking up the next morning

insane,

that it feels like I'm willing to drop anything

for you

you, who can't even see me

you, seems to ignore my whole existence

you, who never looked my way

I've tried so hard to runaway with these feelings

but I just know

that a day will come for me to face them

just like how I had to write them out now

or else I'd be drowning in the same ocean again

though it's been six years floating here

waiting for the waves to pull me back under