these are not my words but my thots
this what i bleed since then
i breath it like the air that chokes my lungs
still reeling from the impact that desolated
a million hopes and dreams
a requim for a reunion
the curd that bleaches me
from self to self less, shattered
but still find hope in reverie.
hemmoraging on the inside.
waiting like moses
to the dreaded sea.

a hiroshima of my soul as seeming calm as can be
ship wrecked tenfold, dying in your arms.
coagulated scars bearing your name across my chest.
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this came out me in the morning session.
it's funny i'snt it