Unanswered

I keep telling myself I can get over you. I did it before. But, I mean, did I really? Then why is it that it took me not months, not weeks, but minutes to fall so hard so deep again? To trust you when I trust no one? Is it that the universe is trying to tell me something, or is it something I'm telling myself? Was I lying to myself then, or am I lying now? Why am I still in the same place, again in the same place, when staying still suffocates me? And what the hell am I doing?
Should I still be patient when I know this is a dead end? Should I turn my back on myself again and try to follow a new road? Should I wait and hope for the impossible to happen? And do I really have a choice?
Why do you keep the answers in your eyes? Why is the quiet of my mind in your arms? How can I call you mine when you have never been and never will be? Why do I settle for only bits and pieces when I want you whole? And do I? And if so, for how long?
When is this gonna end? Will it be tomorrow, next week, or 7 years from now? And did it ever begin? Or will it ever?
Why do I question myself so much? Should I just let go, give in, and see what comes of it? Am I not asking the right questions? Do they even have answers?

Oh, believe me, I do.

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Band-Aid

Your silence speaks volumes; it hollows me out. Or maybe I've been this empty vessel for all time, waiting for you to help me fill it. But I don't think you can hear the thirst gurgling down my body. Does it start in the mind? Does it start in the heart? All I know for sure is I'm bleeding torrents and ask you for a Band-Aid, which you refuse to give. Cause you can't hear me, baby, so lost in your quiet inquietude that all around only replies to the echo of your painstruck soul. Numb, you try to go numb, when all I want is feel. Always on the opposite ends of the same thought, this can only end badly, but still...

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Dreamer

A thousand dreams

unwritten and untold

or screamed out loud

swiping me off my feet with the force of a thousand hurricanes

hugs dissipating into morning air

and shivers lost in summer storms

and all that's left

is words

empty shells

and I want to believe that your whispers

hold the promise

of truth

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Strung Out

You play my body like a violin
hitting just the right notes
Strum the chords of my soul
in silent whispers.
I've built my walls so high
that no one could climb over,
yet you managed to crumble them
with one look, one word, one silence.
I fear that I dream too much;
you nudge me on softly
not trying to change me into being the one that you want
instead, letting me know that I already am.

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6 Words

I cannot write six-word stories.

Pages and pages of history have come down

from the tips of my fingers

rooted to the depths of my insides,

and no matter how much I write,

my words are still half-truths

unable to explain

the never-ending flutter of wings

that does not tire inside my chest.

A world of pain, a universe of love

can't be confined

within the borders of a white page,

the boundaries of words.

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Ireversibil

by october

Iubirea este ireversibilă.

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Lost

Ignore it.
It will go away.
Don't face it.
You're not ready.

I was looking forward to getting over you. But you decided differently. I should be happy, but all I feel is fear. All I wanted was you... And I was prepared for rejection, indifference, detachment, silence. Not allowed. Not enough. Not mine. Not yours. Not ever.

I never trained my heart to be ready for you wanting me back.
What now?
Scared.
I'm drowning, and I've lost my will to breathe.

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