i know/ memories bite/ goodbyes throb/ love can't be held with hands that look like claws/ i've heard about it all/ have gulped down/ platitudes of metaphors/ poems that looked a lot like unkept hearts/ it's a habit now, to relate with anything that looks like you/ desire and love and regret/
listen/ i have nothing more to say/ nothing to write about/ an empty paper/ my eyes/ stare back at me as i search for what used to be mine/ you, your promises, this body, my words/
the corners of my eyes burn/ with a nerveless sense of defeat/ love lost me/ kneeling down under a spread night sky/silent/ trying to infer what i'm fighting for/ you or love or an escape?
if i'm losing/ my sanity, self/ then who wins this game/ where does it all go?/ the squandered feelings
i am trying restlessly to fit into the arms of hope/ since you've nibbled its edges already
last night/ i dreamed of raging blood-waves/ washing the horizon/ and i woke up with a raw ache/ an open wound seeping regret/ like always, i don't know what hurts/ and you can't heal what's cold.
i wish i could stay shut for a while/ but is it fair to seal a mouth that hardly utters a word?
i can recite what i've lost until my tongue melts with shame/ and my bones break with heat/ but i can't, in any way tell you/ what i've gained/ for i can let my words go/ but not the pain/ it's a habit i need to, have to/ keep.
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