i walked into you in a city different from ours tonight
and i waited a minute longer.
i checked the time when you passed by.
11:11
it's said it is the time of love for soulmates.
wrong wrong wrong
this world is built on ruthless guillotines of hope.
the people my age, shred the pictures of moments of love
and i have laid my head on the guillotine for that one look of love.
the gargoyles at the gate of your heart have been my nightmare since.
people say seventeen is the age of wanting.
so when do i grow out of this teenage?
when do i tear out of this want i have babied for so long?
i've spread my hands and the wants have been my only alms.
i once watched a show that taught me if you can bite
your hand and lick the blood off, you will never be hungry.
wrong wrong wrong
nothing could make me lose my appetite.
i've tasted the finest wines, gulped the sweetest breads,
drank my own blood.
nothing could replace my hunger for you.
