The day you read that chat I had cursed at myself I had cursed at my sister I had cursed at you
I remember I was hesitant to give you my phone I couldn’t find a viable excuse And so I just left you with the phone crossed my fingers that you would stick to sending music and not go anywhere near gallery!
I came back in haste It wasn’t fast enough though because before I could make ask for it back I saw the hurt in your eyes
I remember hearing your "I Love You" for the time I guess you didn't hear the splinters of glass as my heart shuttered my defenses breaking down you invading my space—
you never knew your place you never played your role you were just supposed to be a groupie but I found myself confiding in you and I found peace in your hands as you molded my darkness and kissed my brokenness
...obviously I curled myself into a ball tried to...
It all started with dirty poetry (dear Santa) To late nights in long taxi queues Open mic session at OUTIE CAFE To Furnace Theatre To drunkard confessions and disappearance acts
I miss your poetry!
Our love has been a parallel obscurity between hollowness and healing "you can not fill my void and I too can not fill your, so let us just be" In Love, discovering no path, no past, no roads, no here, no there, no yesterday, ...
We live from pill to pill and most of us have once overdosed
From my younger sister’s eye sight problem and shortsightedness and “why is everyone making fun of me” To my other sister’s adolescence stage and different boyfriends with different cars and different wallet sizes To my brother’s rage attacks and alcohol abuse and money problems and self-isolation To my mother’s stress levels and antidepressants and latest spiritual book on “how to get rid of all your problems” To of course me and my hatred and bitterness aimlessly...