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i'm grieving someone who is alive.   

the silence filled the room with only us to suffocate,
and it was only then i realized how powerless we really are.
how naive to think that the clouds in the sky travel in a direction to guide us to our fate,
how naive to think the universe really cares about us.
only fools sit around with words in their mind but nothing to say.
say something, anything.
perhaps maybe i was the fool,
blaming the silence on you.
we create tragedies in our minds like sadness is a game we enjoy to play.
the biggest tragedy of all however,
is that even when you're here you're still so distant.
the silence filled the room with only us to suffocate,
but i was already suffocating long before.
and now the only thing i can hear is the sharp silence cutting my ears and arms
as it travels among my body.
the silence smelt like the cologne you've worn ever since i first met you,
and it tasted like the bitter sound of your voice.
but no matter what your voice tastes like,
i need you to say something.
anything.

-i want you to stay, but you're already gone.

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