paper cuts

I do not think you are broken. not really at all.

but I think something has shattered and a thousand tiny pieces
have been caught in your skin.

He's trying very hard to get them all out because he knows you are delicate
and yet undeniably strong.

I know it hurts as much as goodbye and feeling forgotten but soon all the pieces will be out
I promise.

you will heal with scars to remind you that you have not in
fact died but lived quite extraordinary.

and if you want
you can sleep with the soundtrack of my ballistic heart.

more or less

I only seem to feel the moon, or the sun has left me with his light and I have found ways to evade the warmth.

 and no, I do not see the absence which is more incomplete
than silence.

where has the sound gone to, did it not feel responsible for our questions?

 but even I do not explain such concealment of thoughts

please don't mistake their empty goodbyes, they are in fact full, they just haven't spilt yet.
they keep it inside for they don't have the words anymore and they can only move their lips.


  I do not apologize for my absence
maybe I was lacking what I had all along.