Naked

T i m e l a p s e

24th of August

You were still a crush, just like the other list of crushes from afar.

And then came midnight and with midnight came alcohol and bets and lost memories.

31st of August

You became a lost memory. An unconscious reckless memory.
You've invaded my personal. You tasted some of me, and i don't even remember.

1st of September

I went home just after sunrise and i dreamt of you, only to find out a week after, it wasn't a dream.

4th of september

You brought me home, in a place that wasn't the closet, you brought me serenity and peace i longed for since i don't know when, and right after sunrise i knew I'll miss you.

10th of September

I left.

But right before i did, i cried, and you asked me why, and i didn't quite know the reason, it was fear and frustration because a part of me knew i was leaving two homes, my friends and family, and you:The imaginary .
I think of you darling, not just because i like you,i fucking hate you, and you're gonna laugh and say no i don't and you're right i don't, how could i.
You're home. You're home and I'm homesick.
But i think of you in colors, i think of you in shapes and lines, i think of you in another dimension. A dimension i never thought I'd give to someone.
I'm writing and it's poetry so it's a bit exaggerated, but there's still a truth there,
I am homesick
You are my home
You taught me to use my own colors.
And i hate you.