Thursday, December 22, 2016

The coldest red

Things end and it is as if they never existed
The metronome counts
all the time that we lost

Un-safe, un-calm, un-collected
A goodbye that drowned
in the space between us.

Un-safe, un-calm, un-collected
The magic moves further away

Un-safe, un-calm, un-collected
I am chasing
what I thought was it

For all the wishes that came true

what did you have to sacrifice?

a million fragments of my soul
my happiness
my sadness 
my all
I tried to fit it all in you
but you bled to death

And I left

After all,
the only feelings I have are the ones I stole
from you,

and the movies.

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