like an episode of a show where every scene were rehearsed, just like a movie where you left me all alone, but not this kind of memories.
i'll keep them in my pocket to keep me close and safe,
but i'll banish the feelings i've created for you and just like being in a theater, i'll act like i don't even know you.
but if you lay a hand on me, i'll take it with a mask that you've never seen.
and i'll keep my eyes wide open to them as we're making new poetries to write.
and like an episode of a show, we were all there unleashing our feelings freely as we run back and forth.
it's like opening a vault every time i'm seeing these familiar faces that i felt safe to be with.
but unfortunately, there's you hanging around.
and i tell them that i hate you but in reality, i still want you just the same.
YOU ARE READING
Desperate Nightmares, Old Habits Die: Prose and Poetry
Poetryi live in a poetic life but dying from your poisonous lies. we live in vain, so we drink until we get drunk in our own mistakes and sins. but still making out with the devils, but in the back of my mind, i'm with you - haunting me stunningly.
