today,

i killed a man.

my birthday was yesterday—

or maybe it’s tomorrow.

or is it today?

see, when all you hear is the earth shake,

and lights blind you with their flash,

you lose the track of time.

i wasn’t yet 18

when the officer came to our door,

and handed me that dreaded letter.

i remember mom breaking down that day.

it was the first time hearing her curse to god

and then pray for my m...

it’d been a while since i last heard you say it—

a name so often spoken, _memorized_.

**to the point it no longer means anything.**

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how come my own name stirs me so?

was it the way your voice turned it into a song?

or the fact it was my name that echoed from it?

**knowing it will haunt me.**

that’s my problem with you:

it’s as if i’m not meant to be anywhere near you

—to _never_ truly meet,...

tell me,

what will become of me now?

i am immortal.

i am not one of love.

i was not made for such thing.

i have outlived countless lives.

each and every one of them taken

by my bloodstained grasp.

you know i can take your own single-handedly,

so why don’t you feel any fear?

your flesh decays,

while mine only persists.

i reap.

i don’t love.

so tell me,

why does your love shake me so?

i’m not...

i thought i knew what fear was

until i saw you.

i thought i knew how to breathe

until your gaze crossed mine.

i though i knew how to speak

until you called my name.

i thought i knew how to blink

until my eyes simply couldn’t leave

your bewitching features.

i’m scared that i may never know

how to breathe again.

i’m scared that i may never know

how to speak again.

i’m scared that i may nev...

i love you

i knew i loved you

when i yearned

and craved those soft lips

that i still had yet to kiss...

monday,

wake up,

another week has gone.

tuesday,

how i’m i already tired?

wednesday,

it’s fine,

i’m halfway through.

thursday,

i’m almost there,

just a bit more.

friday,

finally, i’ve made it.

it’s over.

saturday,

i’m alright now.

i’m okay.

sunday,

i’m not okay.

monday,

wake up....

for the first time,

i felt at ease.

i never knew the comfort

of my tears being dried for me.

but now i do,

for the wind is doing so.

while gravity pulls me down

in that gentle embrace

lifting the cumbersome weight of living.

and for the first time,

living didnt feel like dying,

for it now felt like flying.

as the air penetrated my lungs,

i can’t help but to feel alive

for the first time in my...