I felt like I was gonna die.
And then I felt like that some more.
Through joy and smiles and absurd but very real loss of love.
Trust and flesh were shared just as if it was a path to answers,
Only worse, it was a road to rope and death.
9 milliliter echoed words unspoken as they were implied…
And then I died.
Or part of me was falling freely to its doom.
And my demise like witch and broom – not necessary, but a must.
I lived, I learned, I hurt, I cried.
Then I was empty.
And actions turned into retorts.
I kissed the sky and burnt my wings.
But life it goes on in spite of everything I felt and lost.
I tried to climb so high, so bare.
I only fell because I trust.
But I refuse to be a loss of life, of love, of touch and feel.
I see the sky and see myself.
Then I cry.