resetting the clock,
i go back in time to see an unspoken promise floating in his eyes
when the doctor diagnosed me with schizophrenia (or did i again hallucinate?)
back to when it started,
where it started,
where we started.
now both of us are buried in boxes,
one in a natural death and the other isn't able to bear the pain
she feels claustrophobic.
i turned back time to revive the moment when he said and here's what i remember:
"if i am to save my mother and my girl from drowning and i could save just one, i would jump in, to save my mother and wish for her to live a happy life but i will drown with my girl, we'll leave together, even when the world is against us,
we'll die hand-in-hand, heart-to-heart."
and now i search for a place to hide, under the fallen cherry blossoms because-
because they were his favourite. absolute favourite.
i hide because he left and did not take me with him
// we. did. not. die. hearts. in. hands. //
can you hear me? i do not miss you though. (i feel like taking leave from this place.)
i'm standing at the edge of the world, just a step away, just a second away
from falling, and flying to you
tell me if can we just fly away, far away, from the world, to our world?
i would want to meet you then.
YOU ARE READING
𝐄𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 ━ 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 ♡
Poesíaa short compiled book of poems regarding feelings and answers to unasked questions; apart from poems it might also contain some small pieces of texts, thoughts mostly they are; don't even know if these will make any sense to you but to me they sure...
