mayeb

 Plants may flower, some may wilt

the cockroaches remain

* * *

dreams become reality, or don’t,

 the real will always be there for us

till we give back the time we’ve loaned

and all the solid becomes rust

april

 im so happy to become who i have and to keep becoming,

but im losing what i was, and i can't help but feel that pain.

Years later

 What makes you love a person?

What constitutes love?

What about you did I love?

What justifies pain?

Am I responsible for your pain?

Do you even realize what pain you’ve caused me?

Would you ever?

Or would you prefer to keep living in your own world,

caught in an endless flow of nightmares.

* * *

No one will ever know and who can ever judge

All we can do with the past is leave it be, move on

And the most justice we can do is to avoid repeating

the same harm that we’ve caused or felt before.

* * *

Did I love you?

How far is a light year?