You shouldn't have said that
you had no right.
You'll never guess
the words on this paper,
and you have no right to their meanings.
This isn't a guessing game.
This is my soul
in writing.
So don't be that way.
Leave it be.
Let it be my way.
Because if I were to take your suggestion,
I'd be lost of all the affection
that I've spent years, now, collecting
for myself.
Last night,
I broke my own heart.
And I swear,
I'd swear it's your fault.
And last night,
I shattered my soul.
I humbled myself
into an empty shell
of a human being.
Just like you said I should.
Apologies, if you mistake
my pride for arrogance.
I'm not well acquainted with the former.
See, I can't tell if I'm everything
or nothing.
But circumstances change,
don't they?
When others ignore my existence
Why am I the crazy one
for ignoring theirs?
If you can see your world so vivid
without me, why should mine be
a blur?
When you live like this,
when you feel so invisible
and so unloved,
that is when you can begin to understand
that you are everything and
you are nothing.
And no one is here.
And nothing is real.
It's just you.
It's just me.
So choose your words carefully,
honey. Don't speak of what
you'll never understand.
You don't know what it means.
There is nothing to overcome.
Are you afraid?
Afraid of admitting your faults?
Afraid of knowing not what?
Fear not
because soon enough,
we'll meet again.
I am the infinity
you call the universe.
Your black nothingness
will shake the hand of
my black nothingness
and nothing will be known of it—
No one will ever know
where it began
and where it will end.
